All I ask is to be left alone.
No one to take notice of me.
Today is not like the other day.
Today is a different day.
A day of sharp pains and stained clothes.
A day that has left me to be slayed.
A day of trying to hide.
Trying to forget.
What is left of me now are the residue of tears on my cheeks.
A day of trying to hide.
Trying to forget.
Today they didn't notice it.
They didn't notice the flaws.
I wasn't left soon to be mauled.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PoetryPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
