Life in shambles
Mind repeating rambles
Snapping sanity
What could they want from me?
They took it all
They left me bare
And they have the nerve
To mock and stare
In these words
My pain, I write
The only possible way
To survive the treacherous night.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
