Bruised knuckles and raging eyes,
Fist fly, threw the sky.
I lay on the floor
Looking at the stars.
I wonder if it will ever end.
You laugh and scream
And make me feel less than
Is this what makes you happy?
You took advantage of who I was.
All because you wanted to.
Just because it’s your opinion
Doesn’t mean you have a right
To break me like that.
But it’s what you thought was right.
And everyone is entitled to their own.
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ØVERTHINKING
ПоэзияØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
