Summer break chased the tiredness away, but my holiday heartbreak grabbed me by my throat, the pain felt so sharp. I hate seeing your face, the lips I want to kiss so badly, but you broke my heart. I can't begin to think about what I did to make you stop caring, I hate myself a little more every passing hour, inching closer and closer to rock bottom. Tears are strumming down my face, but you're fine.
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behind the mask
Poetrythis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. some are sad, some are angry and some are seriously graphic. these are things that I have been through and you can tell that there is a sick and twisted play on words and a deep meaning be...
