I am trapped with my emotions,
Showing no devotion,
To the darkness that I felt,
When he told me how stupid I was,
And I should just die, disappear, melt.
I am not beautiful,
Nor pretty nor soft.
I am a power, so strong, so fierce,
I could set the moon aloft.
But my heart is breaking,
My thoughts submerged and numb.
I almost started to believe it,
When he called me weak and dumb.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
