She hides her feelings deep down inside.
She tries to express herself but fails.
Nobody understands her.
No one probably ever will.
And that's okay.
She never really minded being alone.
Her demons have always comforted her in the past anyways.
Sure,
it might be healthy to speak to someone every now and then,
but it doesn't matter,
when they don't understand,
and they never will.
She has yet to find someone that understands,
or even,
make someone understand.
You were the closest thing she had.
Now she's given up on you.
Seems that it's all her fault,
it typically is anyways...
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
