You,
Killed me,
But created me simultaneously.
I am a product of you,
And your grief,
Passed on through abuse,
So, now it tortures me.
I weep.
Where are you now?
All tucked up away,
Everything you ever wanted,
And rarely leading astray.
Realising,
I have died,
So,
that you can live.
I'm sick.
You,
Killed me,
But created me simultaneously.
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August, 2018.
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Hopelessly Hopeful
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. They detail my experience with true and not-so-true love, bereavement, abuse, anxiety and depression. These poems are my soul and I share them to you with love but please be careful whilst reading my work...
