a gift
You ripped me open like I was a gift presented to you at Christmas. You ripped into my skin, tearing my flesh apart from my bones. Once you were through with me, you threw me away not thinking about my emotions. I was just another object you wanted and got bored of.
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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
