I was warned to stay away, but guess who didn't listen? They told me it was trouble, what I was getting into. "You're gonna get hurt!" they cried. I ignored and continued on as if no one had said anything. But maybe I should've listened. Now, I'm falling through the ground into complete darkness. I'm yelling and screaming, but the sound is bouncing back. Maybe I should've listened. No matter what I do, I feel pains all over my body. I feel knives and rocks, pounding against my skin. I should've listened, no, I should've ran, no, I should've left the scene before it happened again, no. There is no should've, could've, would've, if, and, or but. I can't change what's happened, and that's no one's fault but mine. The pain is too much, but so is my strength. I won't be leaving, darling, I'm just trying to get some space. The darkness is my enemy, like me against the world. But this girl is still living, and nothing is bringing me down anymore.
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Where Are My Words?
PoetryMy new poems because my last ones sucked. I went to a slam and was introduced to so many great writers, thought I should start again.
