STAINED FIGHTS
She hid behind her toughness
Always rolling punches, day after day
One after another
She was drowning the pain.
Scared of real connection
Or maybe justrejection
She pushed people away, one after another
No one really stayed.
But you see, she was used to being alone
It was what she knew best
She wasn't afraid of darkness or monsters in her head.
Instead she made friends with them,
They all wanted the same
-their hearts not to be stained.
Thoughts on this one? Let me know in the comments, I would really appriciate it.
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POETRY
PoetryMy thoughts, fears and feelings about the world, myself and everything else.
