My family has more than just skeletons in their closet,
They also hide bodies,
Bodies of the people,
They have sought out to destroy.
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There is one such body,
Hidden deep beneath the others,
That is covered in all kinds of words,
Monster, horrible, mean, useless, worthless.
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These words cut into her skin,
They chain her to the littered ground.
Desperately she cries for help,
But no one can hear her in this closet of bone and flesh.
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She was not the first of the victims,
Nor would she be the last,
For this body is mine,
The remains of what they destroyed.
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Maybe one day,
I will break away from these lettered chains,
I will climb out of this closet of the dead,
And I will finally be free of my hateful family.
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Wilting Rose
PoetryMaybe this can break a heart Maybe it can show That maybe you aren't alone Or maybe nothing will happen Because maybe I'm not a hero But maybe I can still save a life Maybe I know the secrets to the world Or maybe I only know one thing: A whole bunc...
