There are so many things,
she can't explain,
She can't keep hidden,
She can't erase.
But she tries and tries everyday,
To explain herself in every single way.
To stop the lectures,
To stop the torture,
And you wonder why,
She doesn't want to get older.
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Damaged Mind, Broken Life
PoetryMy collection of poems that run through my head in the middle of the day, or the dark of the night. These are the parts of my story as a whole that I express in the best way I know how...Poetry. Thank you.
