I'll never get to tell you
how much rocket candy means to me,
(even though I don't care for the taste)
or how I can't quite remember
your face,
but your smile stays ingrained into
my head.
I can't tell you
that I now notice,
all the times I didn't notice,
when my mum
had left me with you,
left you to raise me.
you may never know how much I care.
Thank you.
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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 ...
