"
You look at me and ask:
"Why would heaven let you fall?"
But I can only smile and wish I were as naive as you.
Heaven has no place here.
I have dragged myself through sixteen years of agony and all kinds of abuse,
Sixteen years of dragging myself, tears running in rivulets down my face, straight from the pits of hell.
And I emerged into this world, and I looked upon these people's faces and I saw that no one knew of the pain I went through.
I decided not to shatter their honey dipped lens of the truth,
And I forced my voice to soften and my face to smile and my hands to be soft.
I didn't fall from heaven, but I put up a good act, don't I, dear?
"
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-Hell is home to me.
-Mel🖤
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Aeroplanes and the moon
Poetry"Tell me again, How the sun loves the moon so much, That he dies every night So she can breathe." ───✱*.｡*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱─── Perhaps my suffocation is my truest form of beauty, for everyone adores to see me gasp for air between their clench...
