I've been thinking about the dark abyss
To what it would feel like to have that final slit
Would I be missed?
Of course not.
You come to my page
Thinking I'm flowers and puppies
But it's all just one happy stage
Of lies to cover my suffering
Understand that this isn't who I am
For I'm secretly dying and trying
To hide my scars as best as I can
But there's nothing we can do about that
For I am not a flower
But a wilting rose
Who can only cry and cower
Because she lost herself 6 years ago
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Poems of an Outcast
PoesíaA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
