A piece of me died
That day.
The child inside me,
He stopped laughing,
He stopped playing.
I died that day.And yet the next,
I woke up,
I made myself
Some cheerios
Still in my reindeer
Onesie.A child,
Fully grown.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoetryPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
I died.
A piece of me died
That day.
The child inside me,
He stopped laughing,
He stopped playing.
I died that day.And yet the next,
I woke up,
I made myself
Some cheerios
Still in my reindeer
Onesie.A child,
Fully grown.