Look in the mirror
I can see my ribs
I can see them
Clear as day
I was doing so good
Had meat on my bones
But there they are today
Maybe I lost weight
I would have if that was the case
Sometimes it sucks having to feed yourself
But that's just life
Unfortunately, the hard truth of life came early for me
But that shouldn't bother me
Other people have it worse
Who am I to complain
Who am I to complain
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Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
