What I'm good at
Is getting hurt
Lying through my teeth
And falling in the dirt
I would pick myself up
If only I could stay standing
Brush off the dust
Instead of demanding
For the help of others
For their constant attention
For their time and money
And support I might mention
But instead here I will lay
Say that I'm fine
That I don't need their help
And even though I'm lying
The truth of it is
That I lie here in wait
For another soul
To realize my pain
~by:Victoria C.~
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Kerosene Heart
PoesiaPreviously known as The Poems Of My Heart ~ "These words cause me to burn, And my kerosene heart only makes the fire brighter." ~ I think in poetry so this is just full of my weird poems. Most are just really short. Sorry, if it gets depressing... B...
