I have these thoughts
pounding bricks into my conscious
If crystals are just rocks
that did well under pressure
why am I not a crystal yet?
I have these thoughts
Every small change
becomes a dagger in my mind
My mind is a shipwreck
that no one can be
bothered to find
I have these thoughts
They love to make me sink
But nearly no one cares
I told him
But he didn't even blink
Is my life so worthless and insignificant?
I might as well leave.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
