I hide in this cave, afraid of the damage that has been caused.
I hide away in this cave I call solitude, free from your attitude.
I lock myself away in this cave. That is my sanctuary.
This cave is my home that has become my prison.
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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.
