She feels what none should feel,
A growing sense of hatred,
Misanthropy.
She feels what none should feel,
Despair, Pain, Indifference,
Cutting Blades.
She feels a bittersweet bliss,
The eldritch dancing flush of red,
No Pain, No Joy.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
