Stop looking at me
There's nothing left to see
A scarred figure, torn apart
Beyond saving, a broken heart.
Turn away now
No path to guide me
I can't move anymore.
Just let me be.
Here I'll sleep
Here I'll lay.
Here I'll weep
Here I'll stay.
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Words That Never Were
PoetryPart three of my poems. In this part I've focused on people in my life that have passed away and the feelings involving them.
