You can't take away the feelings.
The emptiness is addicting,
the pain enthralling.
I'm still full of shame.
I need to find my paper town,
the place where no one will find me.
Don't call me the names that have been used against you.
The hurt of the world will be in your hands.
Nothing matters in the end,
at God's throne.
Love the sinner, hate the sin.
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Last Night
ŞiirDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
