... Raised to the sky ...
The world did cry,
The night you died.
And I am no good at suicide.
Tried to blink the blind eye.
But was filled with betrayal in disguise.
You are my all,
My enemy,
And my closest friend.
The cuts you lay on me,
This hurtful feeling with never end.
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... Rumors ...
Hated by plenty.
Wanted by many.
Disliked by some.
But confronted by none.
Bullied by traitors.
Back stabbed by players.
Convinced by participants.
Looked in the eyes by heart felt nonsense.
YOU ARE READING
Lullaby Of Pain
PoesíaPoems about everyday lives of teens, how they might feel you aren't good enough, etc. Well I understand. All these poems are meant for you because you aren't alone. I wrote all these poems myself, please don't copy mine.
