Why is it,
that those you thought
were closest to you,
leave you
with the most scars?
Why is it,
that every time your happy
something comes along,
and reminds you
that you're not?
Why is it so hard
for me to let people in
and put down my wall?
I can never win,
people destroy me either way,
might as well save them the trouble,
and end it all now.
Broken angel
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The answers that aren't true
PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
