Trigger Warning
Finger prints and DNA;
These are things I cannot change,
But with you they are stripped away.
My lack of identity is the cause of my undoing;
It was all because you were sweet and alluring.
Why is it that you hate me so?
You begged me to stay but calmly watched me go.
When you whispered in my ear that night;
What you said turned my blood to ice.
'You're not worth my time, you're better off dead'
So I silenced these thoughts with a gun to my head.
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
