"upstairs, downstairs, writing on the walls
beaten, bloody, bruised,
I don't want to remember it all
screaming loudly,
but nobody cares
'get me out! get me out!'
I can't keep living here
alone and confused,
tired and abused
call social services
I don't feel safe in this place
but oh, there's a twist,
this location is within my skin."
-m.c
just listening to music hbu
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
