Headphones in
Closing my eyes
Thinking of ways to say goodbye
To all my loved ones
To all the ones I thought I loved
To you
The one who refused to see
The beauty that I saw
In you
To all the people that told me
I would never make it
To those that never believed
And only deceived
Headphones out
Scarred wrists
Thinking of the ways I made it.
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Wrote this a couple days ago. I hope I can reach a point in my life where I can say I made it.
YOU ARE READING
Broken pieces on the floor
PoetryI'm just a girl looking for her voice wanting to be noticed waiting for one person to see the potential somewhere
