Fol I was
ded
But I am still of use
Twisted, I am now
From all of the abuse
To rn
r i p p e d
And
s
h
r
e
d
d
e
d
Used from all a r
d o
n u
I am someone
Who would always look d
o
w
n
Despite my usefulness
And my, common, bland ways
Still just a simple object
To be desposed of and thrown away
Fiddled with, from nervousness
A small pocket display
I never was that strong of material
To be washed and returned the next day
I am simply paper thin
With a boring color to match
I can easily blend into scenery
No need to get attached
/
( ♡•♡ ) /
After all, there's plenty more tissue boxes
To help you with your day
I am just one tissue
To be used and thrown a
w
a
y
A/N: Still can't sleep, it took forever to get the words to look like that and it probably still doesn't look right after it's saved. Oh well, thought of that after and pretty much just been editing how the words look. I need to sleep but there's a double update I guess. You're welcome.
~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoesíaThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
