11-12-2015
Kill me with words.
Stab me with your silence.
Wound me with the lies I believe.
Ruin me with each and every haunting thought.
Bound me with chains of sorrow.
Taunt me with hope of someday getting better.
Force me to pretend I'm okay.
I listen to you as though it's all I've been taught.
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
PoetryPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
