Slowly Drowning
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Last published Fri, Mar 23, 2018
From 2am thoughts, to 2pm reality,
From being bullied by your own, to society's brutality.
From the darkest corners of my mind,
To the abused, unloved, brave and always kind.
From the ones who have no home,
To the ones who love being alone.
From the ones who feel dejected,
To the "ugly", "stupid" and rejected.
From feeling anxiety, sorrow, hurt,
To feeling nothing at all,
I can be your haven, your savior, your all.
When you start feeling things you thought you'd never feel?
Come, my darling, drown in me.
Nobody gets what they deserve.
How do you spread love if there isn't any left?
#41 in poetry- 24-03-18
[ POETRY THAT I HAVE WRITTEN MYSELF ]
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