You tear down my walls
As if they're paper
While at the same time
Releasing my hidden fears
You use my fears against me
Making me hear these horrid things
When i make a mistake
You tell me im fake
When i fall or i trip
You refer to me as a bitch
You hit me And punch me
But im hanging on
My grips slowly loosening
Not long till i fall
But when i fall
What happens then
Do i kill myself
Or sink into depression
Will i go on living here
Or runaway
My grip is slipping
Im falling
Slowly
So slowly
Well will this be my demise
Hopefully...
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Book Of Poems And Rants
PoesíaHello, this book is just a book of my original poems, and a few rant. Please do realize that everything in this is based on my feelings. That means i am not always in the right, and it also means that some things may get a tad graphic. Any support i...
