You on a throne of thrones
You charm people and make them love you
Then they become entranced by you
They fly to close to the sun
You force them to walk forward
Then all is red
They look down as they see the thorn they were stabbed with
They look to you for help
Laughing rings through the air
They slowly wither away
To dust they go
And you continue laughing and frolicking in the pain you caused
You play with people like they are nothing
Worthless is how they feel now
You play a part until you can manipulate them
You. Hurt. Me.
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Thoughts Of A Broken Girl
PoetryWARNING this is my safe-space. Please understand I've written these over years. Im not a freshman in high-school anymore so I like to think it gets less cringe. But welcome to my mind.
