I can't shake the
Nightmare cant
Shake the fear
The feeling that
It is real each
Word so clear I can
Feel each touch
Each tear warm
As it runs down my
Cheek. Every plead
For you to stop each
Beg for it to end.
Destroyed, helpeless,
I was innocent once,
Even just a shred you
Stole even that from me.
You left me, cracked
And jaded, someones bagage.
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The Power to Change What Insane People Believe
PoetryThis is a bunch of my poetry compiled together, the name may change as my "stories" continue. Ive built all of thes off events, pain, and other things I can not control