The toxicity of growing up decays bonds,
bonds made in the beginning that I thought would last a lifetime.
7 years old and not knowing the rows to come;
unaware that I would become so very lonely.
What I thought was the beginning was my peak.
Oh how silly that seems.
YOU ARE READING
perception.
Poetrywords of expression words of hope words of failure words of a mess. - may be triggering to some
