The 2 who raised me are dead
when I need a family they all left instead
Everyone I've ever loved has hurt me made me feel unworthy
And the worst part is I'm the one who's unsure of me
I have always felt this way.
Every night and every day
I regret the past and hope that my hourglass doesn't last
That way there will be no me
No way for me to ruin someone else's day.
Then yet another hurt I caused
Yet Another price I have to pay
All this evil inside.
Full of pride
Only to know that my stride
Is fake and I a mistake.
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Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
