Sipping on poison,
Suppressing regret.
Anguish and hatred
Is all that you'll get.
I'm just an out-sider.
I never really fitted in.
I was treated like rubbish
And thrown in the bin.
People wear down my life.
I'm used then put away.
Just like the blade of a knife.
Forged to be used by others.
YOU ARE READING
Book I: Vox Nihili
PoetryAn open book of poetry and raps to share with the world. Letters and words are curled and woven onto the page to share in our modern age. May it relenquish you and free your soul from its cage - inspire your inner desire to set your own fires that b...
