If you haven't noticed:
The scars on my hips,
Or the fake smile on my lips
Or the forced laugh that iv'e adopted.
Or the way I just don't care about,
The things I used to love.
Then don't you dare, stand at my grave and cry.
How can you cry for someone that
you couldn't even care to know.
C.Alexis
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Dark was the only light
Poetry©© Its my own personal poems. They may be good, they may be mediocre but they're mine nonetheless. If there's a poem that isn't mine, whoever wrote it will get their own credit. This is my book though so if your gonna be a dick, don't. Also if you s...
