Im just a little girl
Covered, you did, every inch of my world
Now that you're gone, flesh and bone
My heart bleeds cold, afraid and alone
I'm sick of the sighs
I dont even ask why
The 'why's hold no comfort
The 'who's, they all lie
It doesnt get better
or easy or fine
It only pricks at your throat
there's no use in trying
trying to be a butterfly in a meadow
is pointless and ever so shallow
the meadow reeks of the failure
and the souls so hollow
It matters not
what they all say
What matters just
is to not fall prey
to these careless displays
of affection and truth
'Twas better the time
when all ran crude
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x