This is me.
You can take a piece, stomp on it as much as you can.
Maybe you'll grab me by the tangled strands of my hair and try to drown the parts of me you don't like.
But you know what?
I can promise you that I will breathe under there.
Those parts of me aren't floating away to the surface.
You think I haven't endured worse than your torture?
Guess what, I've survived more than your pathetic tidal waves.
I've lived through tsunamis.
So don't think my face turning blue will kill me, because it won't.
This is me, and I won't drift away to be like you.
I'm like the ocean.
I'm going on and on, and though the tide can pull on me, I'm going on forever.
You can't drown an ocean.
//AN: so thecorpseofcarmen and I are posting a tiny bit of our faces just to show you bc you might want to know what we look like (I wrote something about me to go with it bc I'm a loser but idk I'm also sort of amazing). We have a collab in my Hit Or Miss poetry book so you should check it out if you get a chance. Okay babye love u guys thanks for reading it seriously makes my life <33//
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...