I try not to complain a lot,
But There were words that I would rather have forgot-
In the order of atoms condensed,
People talked and the blades dispensed-
Your words are carved into my memory,
So I ignore your existence-
But I repeat those things to myself regularly,
Insult into Mantra has too much consistence-
YOU ARE READING
We're all people here
PoetryThese are all original poems I've written to cope with life and my trauma. I will post once or twice a week some poems will be long and some will be short. I hope you enjoy! Don't be mean. Helpful criticism only please!
