We all promised we'd stay
But decided our mental health was more important
So we broke our pinkies
And erected our thumbs
to the silhouette
standing stiff at the doorway
They all promised they'd stay
But they decided they couldn't deal with me right then
So they backed on their words
Wished me good luck
And backed away with false sympathy on their insincere faces
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces of a Damaged But Not Broken Mind
PoetryCompletely raw, unfiltered, real, emotion. At times so raw, it seems inhumane. But, what if, these writings are the essence of every person's core, yet no one can admit it? These writings are all parts of my soul. They are completely subjective, ver...
