I will always be
Just the other half of you
Who really knows me
If I was a boy
Loving me would be easy
No low self-esteem
Suicide spreads like
Cold butter over hot taost
Until all is soaked
Always picking on
The silent one in the back
Who now talks with guns
Put aside our
Judgemental differences
And make room for love
The joy you give me
Leaves me with a feeling that
I cannot describe
Through the written word
I give you a glimpse of life
My life; my struggles
Excuses are made
To condone what we have done
With all white jurors
I walk with the blues
Wrapped around my neck, kissing
My lips in E Flat
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Perfectly Flawed
ŞiirA collection of poems dealing with depression, eating disorders, hate, anger, suicide, hope, love, change, and new life. Enjoy :) xx
