She was real, maybe that's why I clung onto to her.
She was glass in a sea of plastic,
But stronger.
She had heard it all already,
Any insult you could throw she would catch then drop.
I envied that.
Maybe that's why I broke her.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
