These are older poems. Still not about me at all I promise. I'm just trying to think of possiblites.
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In my world
I can see
that people want
To be
Left alone
Why can't I
I can function
As high as the sky
Just because
I cut my arm
Doesn't mean
I'm in harm
Just because
I puke in stalls
Doesn't mean
I will die small
Just because
I get beat
Doesn't mean
You shouldn't let me be
Because I'm alive
Here today
So I ask
May?
I have a little
Peace for me
Because I'm fine
Just let me be
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
