Your cruel, thoughtless self,
Assures I can never be saved.
Your demented, ludicrous self,
Confirms I can never escape.
Your disturbing, menacing self,
Tells me I can never stand up.
Your grotesque, disgusting self,
Alerts me that I can not come out unharmed.
Your lying, hollow self,
Mutters to me that I can never see behind the lies.
Your heartless, aching self,
Consciously reminds me I'm already dead.
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The Living Broken (Poetry)
PoesíaPoems written by a living soul with a broken heart.
