4am, writing things on my arm,
All the names of people that have done me harm.
The lies I've told,
Things that've made me cold.
All my worries,
And I'm sorry's.
In blue my fears,
Pink, my dreams,
In green, what no one believes.
Yellow, a smile,
And all the while,
No one can see,
What this has all done to me.
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A lost girl's poetry.
PoetryPoems I've written about love, life, depression and everything in between.
