She is shround in pain;she is hated,
They say that she is dark;she is broken,
She is always sad, she is deflated,
Her painful misery will go unspoken.
She lives in darkness, where she is to roam,
She is like glass becuse she is shattered,
She hides in the dark, where she is at home,
She has scars because she is battered.
Her life is so dark, that she loves the dark,
It really should be fun for her, right?,
So it is like a fun misery park,
So the darkness really might just bite.
So her life always changes for the worse,
It really is like she has a curse.
-Rayne V. Grey
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Some Shity Poems
PoetryNothing but some trash I wrote in english class or in spear time.
