When you grow up with cold eyes
You learn not to cry.
Every sharp gaze or glare, a reminder of how weak you are if you show emotions.
You were just a child being forced to grow up sooner than you should, seeing things a child was never supposed to.
You sometimes ask yourself, "was I raised without love, or was I born unlovable?"
Some of us are simply born with tragedy running through our veins, poisoning our blood.
Some too comfortable with violence.
Something I would never let my own child experience.
-robbed innocence
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
