You don't know or understand a thing about me, except for the picture you painted in your head and the lies you tell your friends, you never tried to get to know me and just tore me down instead. You only took a glimpse into my life and decided that was enough to pass judgment and deem me unworthy. You think I'm unwise for why the room goes silent every time I'm present. You never gave me a chance when all I ever did was treat you with kindness, you pretend to be my friend, but you were two-faced in the end.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
