He desperately flips through the pages
"Who am I?" he asks
He needed to know
Flipping so fast that the pages cut his body
Ink seeped from his veins
His charcoal pupils read the forein words, realities dripping from his ears as they fell from his ears
He drops to the ground
His spine becoming stiff and straight
His limbs became pages
His lips became words
He laid there, waiting for someone to pick him up
And flips through his pages, and read who he really was
- Ellie
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Some sad Poems I Wrote ♡
PoetryThis is just a bunch of sad poems about the stuff that goes on inside my head. I guess it is a little based off of my family denying that I'm gay and stuff. Please no hate, these are just something I want to do for fun. :) I hope you enjoy :l idk wh...
