An orphan left to fend for herself from the soul eaters who come for me
In the fog surrounded helplessness comes from deep within
I'm down bad with despair crying over my lost potential skin
When I'm reminded of my best years when I wasn't as thin but sad that they were brief
Over my dead body they strike me down time and time again
Forced into a time piece, a statue to be touched by randoms who cannot see beyond the eyes of stone gleaming with loss as niche
Shallow cores of unintelligent life form unrecognisable by their state of mind
But they call me their saviour because I provided guidance when it was their time
When I had to learn to walk in feet that I never felt were mine
Who was I to nurture a child when I was myself one
And who was I to teach them life if I never had one
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Love, Pain & Me
Poetry𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑴𝒆 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 Highest ranking:- #1 in poetry collection #1 in poetry #1 in Rookie #1 poem collection #1 poem book #1 sad poem #1 poem
