You shoot through my body like you have some right to be here,
Like you aren't disrupting anything.
I was fine without you.
And now I'm doubting, and rethinking everything.
You dug your way into my mind like it was yours in the first place,
I had just learned how to breath
without you.
And now, I'm waiting around for you like you own me;
you don't though.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poesía//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...