he looked at me
with disgust in his eyes,
and that's when
i knew,
that things would
never be the same.
I could see it
in his eyes,
that he saw me
as the world did
not a drop of compassion to be found.
just. pure. hatred.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
