you had mistaken my trust for the eraser on your pencil
you used it all up until you couldnt get rid of the mistakes anymore
now all of my trust is gone and i can still see the faint marks of a tragic love story once written on paper
it looked so permanent
but who knew you would wadd it up and
throw it away in a trash bin
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disillusionment
PoetryI struggle to naivigate the treacherous seas of life.There is nothing I can do to escape from these waves crashing down on me.I feel like the storm is never ending and eventually ill drown. WARNING ⚠️ depictions of self harm and drug use
