My innocence was taken from me. Then hid deep within, I didn't understand at the time why I would never be thin. I didn't get why no smile was shone on my face, or why at the dinner table how we never said grace. I didn't get why the other children laughed. When the whole time I felt very sad. I didn't get why you left my side. Or how I'd cry no matter how hard I tryed. I still don't get, the point of living. When all were doing is simply existing. But I will over come my fears and learn something new. I will grow old and strong till I'm bloody and bruised. It's not always easy to get by, but I'm not giving up dear because I'm going to try.
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I'm just really tired of trying so hard and not getting anything in return and maybe some poptart out there feels the same. And no to the people who know me this has no relation to current events.
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PoetryThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
