She cuts,
then feels bad.
She disinfects the gashes,
stops the bleeding,
wears only long pants.
She has a mane of beautiful hair
but is too self-conscious to show it off.
Her girlfriend was her everything,
is her everything,
but is gone now.
She plays soccer,
watches the best one
with jealousy,
want.
Makes aesthetics in her spare time,
hides in her closet.
And she doesn't see the light that's inside of her,
stays in the dark.
Could be a force to be reckoned with,
but chooses to stay small instead.
She doesn't see in herself
what I see in her.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
