HOW IT ALL STARTED
2016
It was on a school playground with no teachers around when I finally lost hope in humanity,
Because of him I damn-near lost my sanity,
And some would argue I did,
but only those with a degree in troubled kids could look me in my eyes,
pass the hate, pass the betrayal,
and tell me I'm sick—that there's something wring with my brain,
without acknowledging what he did,
because the simple fact is:
we were just kids.
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DIGGING UP A GIRL'S GRAVE | poetry
Poetrywhen they ask you what killed me, point them in this direction. TW- mental illness, depression, sh, death
