How can this be?
They don't even see,
How they're dangerously hurting me.
Sticks and stones
Break my bones,
But words are what will kill me.
I just want to flee.
But if I ran to the city,
There would be no one to flee to.
So I could flee to who?
Certainly not to you.
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The Darkness In My Mind: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems written at my lowest moments, where it sometimes seems like there's no way to keep going. These poems span from seven years ago, to now. A lot of them are 'letters' to my family, to my friends, and to other people. They'll nev...
