Do you want to know what is strange?
It is strange how
smearing
pigmented chemicals
in just the right way
all over my face
makes me feel
like I can conquer the world.
How I wish
I could smear
those toxins in my brain
so maybe,
just maybe,
my mind could
feel pretty too.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
