Words traded.
I'm degraded.
You manipulated.
Feelings brocaded.
Bathroom isolated.
Drugs persuded.
Cross Faded.
Mind Jaded.
Life wasted.
Death Debated.
Cabinets raided.
Arms bladed.
Scars aided.
Self hated.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
