I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD THING TO LET YOU IN MY ROOM // BUT ALL YOU'VE DONE TO CHANGE THE PLACE IS FILL IT UP WITH DOOM // YOU'VE BROKEN DOWN THE WALLS I BUILT, SAFE, ENCLOSED, SECURE // YOU MADE A HOME IN MY RIBCAGE, THAT PART I AM SURE // OF ALL THE OTHER PLACES YOU COULD HAVE TAKEN SPACE // YOU SCRATCHED THEM OFF THE LIST WITH A GRUMBLE AND A FACE // THIS HOLE INSIDE MY RIBCAGE GETS BIGGER DAY BY DAY // YOU RIPPED OUT MY INTESTINES AND SAID YOU COULDN'T STAY
~What you see is skin and bones, it's all that's left of me.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is just gonna be a collection of the poems that I like to write in the middle of the night. I hope you enjoy!
