it's over... Right?
tears stream
and i fall down,
i should pull myself together
But on the floor i stay,
world goes on,
muttering
"She's gone,
She's finally F*cking gone"
spotted... i pull myself up
Only to fall and
*cry* again
put on my ballet shoes
And walk through the door
20minutes late
Miss won't stop smiling at me
through the Open Door
maybe I can be
Free,
Finally the 'Free Dancer'
-Opal
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An Opal's Poetry
PoetryPoems from the long life of an opal. ~ P e r s o n a l ~ Trigger warning! S*xual Assault, Dissociation, Weight gain, Vomit, Sleep depravation, Struggles with self worth and Identity.
