Thoughts scatter, words splatter
As if we thought nothing
We knew, we didn't
They don't know us
They don't know our world
They don't know about
The threats,promises,the snakes
Nothing left for us after all
They don't know about the death you left inside me
They don't know whats its like having to play hide and seek
With your mentality
Why would they?
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The Poors Of The Pity •Mental Health Poetry•
PoetryThis ones is filled with poems that I had created when I was going through a rough patch. Its shows you that it doesn't last forever though it might feel like it. I was going through a lot in multiple scenarios and I just wanted to show you if you w...
