An empty box once full with priceless things
Overturned and crushed, ripped apart like fairies wings
All I had to offer tossed without a glance
Pieces of me you never gave a chance
I can't cry, nor can I scream or yell
Down on my knees into the wreckage I fell
You turned away, no apologies, no words, nothing
Further drives the nail into a heart unworthy of loving
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Where Shadows Grow
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written during some of my deepest depressions. Some are based on dreams while others are based off of my life. It is an ecclectic mix of dark, sad poetry that I hope you can appreciate.
