On my bedroom floor
With my back against the door
Is the only time I am ever truly myself
Tried and defeated by life
Broken and shattered by 'love'
Red eyes, brimmed with tears
Head pouding, chest hurting
It's something I've gotten used to over the years
So it's okay. Really, I'm fine -
Please believe my perfect lie.
Please believe my perfect lie.
Please believe my perfect lie.
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Poems by a 14 year old
Poetryhi. my name is Layla I'm a 14 year old girl and once in a blue / purple & yellow moon inspiration strikes and I end up writing some poems
