As I look up to the stars,
I can still see,
The woman I used to be,
The blood pouring down my thighs,
And the tears running from my eyes,
The woman I used to be,
still controls my life.
I try to forget the past,
And the horrible things happened,
But its hard to pretend,
That the last was really the last,
And it will never happen again.
I know I have changed,
Myself and my whole life,
But as I continue further,
They think I'm still the same.
I try and try,
As hard as u ever can,
To be the woman they imagine,
And forget what has happened from my own hands.
As I continue to gaze each night,
I hope and I pray,
That I just might,
Be who they want me to be,
And win this long-lasting dreadful fight
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The Cellar (Poetry) <3
PoetryThe untold story of a world that was created from an addiction. Who ever knew that we would do anything and everything just to have someone to talk to and care. ❤ Anything but lonely
