Perhaps one sign would've been enough
For you to tell me that I'm still important
That one look was a bliss
Reminding me that I still exist
I stood in the corner
Waiting for you was a torture,
Of my own skin, you made me a foreigner
Drawing the invisible border
I can't tell why would you do this?
This resentment, from the pits
I tried to change for you
I failed in becoming something new
I don't hate myself anymore
Those were the darts you named love of
I am done so I'd sleep
As my Would is tired of waiting
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PoetryIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
