laying on the
bathroom tile,
slowly fading away;
to skin and bone
that's where i'm headed,
crying myself
to sleep
cold and numb with
the guilt
of not being enough for him,
just hoping
that it
will all
just fade away.
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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...
