Empty eyes.
Empty hearts.
Why so sly?
You've left your marks.
Lonely nights.
No one cares.
I've fought my fight.
Frustration, ripping out my hair.
Leave me be.
You think you do.
But you don't see.
No one understands.
It's my story to tell.
I had been so high.
But then I fell.
To think I invested.
My trust, my love.
You hid yourself.
Like a hand hidden by it's glove.
Nothing left.
No reason to exist.
The anger boils.
I clench my fists.
I let you in.
My first mistake.
My life in my hands.
My own fate to make.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoezjaThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
