There's a rail at the end of my fingers,
They're the strings of my destined future;
I won't let the tips of my skin slip,
Or I will forever be ripped.
But then again I'm obscure to my whole life,
I didn't even remember my first fight;
My childhood is still there,
but my bad deed's gone.
Nobody realized that I've changed,
I'm not the preteen that get you pained;
They thought I'm still that naive girl,
But I've apologized, they're holding my words.
Every one of them is selfish,
Now I'm not rude, they're selfish;
They left me grasping for the rail,
But its so slippery, I'll fall. Yeah I'm falling.
I don't think I'll be happy,
Nobody can ever make me happy;
Anymore,
No more.
Because I'm here,
In this hole;
Under the rail,
In oblivion.
I'm growing,
And as I grow, I realize;
That you can forgive,
But you'll never forget.
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Surviving
Thơ caDrowning in my thoughts Left with a scarred heart Abandoned by everything Abandoned by love Crashing into reality While my soul hits tragedy And my mind is still in the seven seas Thinking why you left a.k +++ This is my first time doing poetry. So...
