Feelings too deep.
Cut too deep.
Don't need no knifes,
Or pointy things.
Sticks and stones,
Will break my bones.
But words will always hurt me.
Feeling too deep.
My hole is too steep.
Don't need nobody to control me.
I'm stuck in this hole.
I'm stuck in this rut all lonely.
Nobody is going to notice me.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
