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I try to breath
I gasp for air
Grasp for something to hold on to
Happy for a moment
Broken for a week.
Short highs and long lows
Dragged underneath and held down
Until the air is all but gone.
Shunned from my home.
Treated as the villain
All because you couldn't look in the mirror.
I have no words for the pain I feel
To say my hearts been ripped out of my chest, isn't enough
To say that I feel empty, means nothing
It's like I sit wide awake,
In a type of dissociative state
While someone destroys every good thing In my life.
It's cruel
It's uncontrollable.
It's slow.
I took it all,
But we were all cruel.
You, who act all high and mighty
You, who were supposed to be the adult.
You are no saint.
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A Collection of My Old Poetry
PoetrySo I decided I wanted to publish a bunch of my older poetry that I didn't want in my future publications but I didn't want it to go to waste so here it is! It does get dark at certain points, please know that I am okay! Many of these were written at...
