They say you can't drown in your sorrows.
And yet the trees turn brown on the hollow grounds.
They frown as you tell them why you're hurt.
And they ignore as your cut and stab yourself.
Tearing flesh and skin of your body as the blood turns into brown crust.
They drown out your whimpering and crying.
Continuously you drown and turn into a murky brown.
A husk of what you once were.
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Letters and Poems
Poetryletters and poems to people I dont like, to people I love, to people I harbour feelings for and just an emotional outlet.
