2013
Darkness as my light,
Fear as my hope,
Revenge laced with forgiveness,
I stride off into the night,
Alone.
That's what I always was,
Perhaps what I always will be.
Alone in this wretched world
Not knowing who I'm to trust.
I'd rather be alone
Than believe all the lies I'm told.
Maybe I'd rather be alone
Than fit myself to your narcissistic mold.
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Cyanide Lakes
Puisi❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
