There was something different about my smile before.
Before my Father picked up that needle and shot it in his arm, Into the tattoo of my name,
And then my birth mother did the same.
There was something brighter about my smile before.
Before my brain started feeding lies to my innocent heart,
Before it shattered and fell apart.
There was something gentle about my smile before.
Before the world took the women who become my mother, after only seventeen years,
And then my eyes stay filled with tears.
There was something elegant about my smile before .
Before my siblings were ripped away because of their mothers doings,
And I was forced to live without their laughter and cooings.
There was something fascinating about my smile before.
Before the world destroyed who I was,
and made me who I had to be.
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Radiant Sorrows
PoetryA collection of my poems. Hope you enjoy. <3 Trigger warning; There is no telling the things that will end up in this story. Be prepared for suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression, death, grieving, and drug use.
