There is a figure in the
Dark, who the fuck are
You? I scream to the boy
Who plays a fixed toy, I
See who I used to see, the
Boy who cannot trust no
One, there is no-one he
Can trust, trying to hide behind
I am not the monster here, clawing
Into the picture to rip it deep
Into non-existence.
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Sad Girl
PoésiePoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
