Kinda cold but full of fire,
Don't know if these feelings can be named.
Start acting like a different person,
Doing things that make me feel ashamed.
Acting like I am okay,
But knowing that it hits me hard.
Pretending it has never happened,
Hiding all those bruises and scars.
Saying time is gonna do it's healing,
But as you might already know,
Stolen pieces can't be found
And band-aids don't fix bullet holes.
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Written by the Wind
PoezieIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
