My skin is like a garden,
I keep digging up the dirt.
Just to see my red roses grow,
Then hide them under a shirt.
I don't show my flowers to anyone,
The beauty is just for me.
In other people's eyes,
They're just some ugly weed.
I don't like to dig up my garden,
The ground will never be healed.
My flowers are filled with darkness,
And no one knows how I feel.
Ok, this poem made me cry and while I was type that, I made me cry again.
Please stay safe and be kind
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Sad Poems
Poetry❥ Sad Poems ❥ !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! ❥ This is my first book ever, please be kind ❥ And don't forget: ❥ LOVE YOURSELF, LOVE MYSELF
