False Hope
It was my life, you took it away, gave me no choices, I had to obey, I was still breathing, my heart was still beating, my mind was gone, my soul never there, I was your toy, your one to torture, you took my life, I have no future, I'd cut my arm, to see if they'd notice, they laughed at me, called my pain bogus, I was told it was normal, what I was going through, this pain and loss, it would leave as I grew, they lied, these false hope givers, as I think on it, I get the shivers, I stayed for so long, then someone noticed, the bruises you gave me, I gave them a list, as if it meant nothing, I watched the horror, scroll across their face, I was a special case, they said, they'd save me, they said, false hope givers, as I think on it, I get the shivers, I saved myself, no one else would, I took away, your torture toy, I cut my throat, instead of my wrist, I bled out, grinning till I blacked out, I awoke once more, sobbed till I choked, then I was told I was safe, it was true.
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The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
