Trembling hands,
Teary eyes,
Bloody razor,
A cut away from goodbye,
Wanting to leave everything behind,
But tomorrow might be a better day,
So instead I stay,
In darkness I cry,
Pulling through another night,
Waiting for better days to come,
Always blinded by the morning sun,
Dragging days,
Nights of fright,
Everyone with their rumors,
Spreading them like a hobby,
Don't understand that they're not what truly bothers me..
Everyone hates me because of rumors untrue,
My own family thinks so low of me too,
I take every day with hopes for a better tomorrow..
Can't understand why people enjoy to see me struggle..
Nobody knows my thoughts, and what I do when no one's around,
No one knows me truly, no one..
One slip,
One wrong move,
One negative thought more,
One less of me..
In this world..
~M.A.B. 💘
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"Poetry: From the Mind of a Girl Who's Alway's Running"
PoesíaThese are poems that I've written. They're personal I would say, but I'd like to share them with anyone who's willing to read them, who can maybe relate. I'll also put some on here that I have that I've read before that I've liked and have been able...
