Longing eyes to her surprise
Her life flashes before her eyes
Her heart is beating slower with demise
One last look she shouts a cry:
Why oh why
Am I neglected
First time I cried
Yet I'm unaffected
Dead heart inside
Love has me misdirected
Lovers confusion
It's complicated
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
