I'm the balloon flying
Up too high, a wandering
Satellite, grown up to be
Your clown falling for your
Jokes and abusive arrows
Coming my way, my feelings
Had faced the flames for nine
Years not that it matters, I still
Get battered by fuck you's and
Leave me alone's, tantrums when
I won't let you win a senseless act
Of being so selfish, I continue to mean
Nothing to you like your toys, some girls
Now your boys.
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Sad Girl
PoeziePoetry 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...
