she
me
we
now im here in my mansion
my mansion is my brain
my innocence i feign
my friend is the rain
drops hitting the pane
all i feel is pain
stuck inside
depression is my bride
here we go again
cutting in your name.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
