It doesn't matter anymore.
I don't matter anymore.
And that's okay.
It's all just part of life,
right?
I'm on my own from here on,
and that's fine.
Time to build up my walls once more,
this time so it takes everything to knock them down.
It gets hard to keep moving.
But hell,
I'm doing it now aren't I?
Fighting through the pain and misery,
they call it life.
Whereas I,
well I call it pure torture.
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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!
