Look around.
Who's there to ask how you are?
No one.
Who's around when you're feeling low?
No one.
Who cares what you have to say?
No one.
Who wipes your tears away?
No one.
Tell me what happened to the real people,
the people who care, the people who will be there.
I'm still here.
Am I the only one who actually has a heart?
10-06-17
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Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]
PoetryBroken Butterflies Go to bed and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies that tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they have endured. Silver metal shine so bright; scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of that blood t...
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