*Quickly before I put the poem in, I just want to tell you a couple of things about me. My name is Angelique, and I am a fourteen year old girl.
I suffer from a variety of mental illnesses, which, right now, I am not going to share.
Maybe in the future.
Anyway, if anyone ever wants to message me, feel free to :3
~Ang
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He was used, over and over again,
People coming and leaving,
Loving, yet teasing,
Slowly decreasing his trust,
Until it was no more.
Until he was no more than doubt and anger,
Until his pain ricocheted onto the people around him,
Until he was no longer himself,
He was no longer okay,
He was no longer living,
Just slowly dying.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Poems From A Mindful Girl
Thơ CaFeel free to message me at any time 💟 I know I'm not a good poet, but I enjoy expressing myself through poetry and hope to improve. I write poems and stuff to deal with my mental health so like... yea aha. >I'll put trigger warning if one is needed<
