I can't ignore those empty eyes that wake me up every day.
That slap me with reality.
It's just all I can take.
My burnt skin can't take it's popularity.
They come, they go.
They leave open marks in their wake.
They know I'm vulnerable
Like sharks, they hunt their prey.
I can't take this anymore.
I can't take this playing games anymore.
It's a third-degree burn,
When will I ever learn?
A/N: I am much stronger than you know.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoetryA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
