I've seen horrible things.
Things that have been scorched into my mind.
I've lived through horrible experiences.
Each etched into my skin; like a hide I cannot shed, a thought I cannot cleanse, a life I can't un-live.
Theres things that haunt me still. They play at night behind these lids. After all you couldn't spare me,
when I was just a kid.
You've taught me there's no one I can trust, and no one I can confide.
So tell me life, why have you cursed me?
- To suffer alone these endless nights.
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A Collection Of Poetry
PoetryA Poetry Collection that contains a mix of light and dark. Each piece crafted from the heart and derived from past experiences, emotions and thoughts.
