She won't be trusted anymore by others.
He can't be there with her and more.
They can't, won't, don't endorse it for sure, because we all know there isn't a cure.
A bullethole there right through the glass.
The floor cofered by poisen and gass.
Why, oh why, did the breake us apart when we all know it was meant by heart.
Oblivion, blindness and a fool's hearing alone.
Shared in one soul covered by clones.
Hidden in a sea filled with discrace and chart, they drifted, drowned and sunk us apart.
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Coping Poems
PoetryA few poems I wrote trying to express my feelings. As I see myself as a person that has quite some difficulty with showing my downsides towards others I like to use this as my stress reliever because I'm too anxious to go to the therapist. #194 In E...
