One
One little girl alone
Two
Two scars upon her mind
Three
Three nightmares every sleeping hour
Four
Four people who shut the door
Five
Five more decades of endless strife
Six
Six different minds in one
Seven
Seven nights of insomnia
Eight
Eight people who foster their hate
Nine
Nine more scars upon her mind
Ten
Ten people who she thought were her friends
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Inner Silence
PoetryThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
