i never tell you anything,
it isn't even your fault,
it's really just me and all
the problems I cause
: dad
YOU ARE READING
w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
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i never tell you anything,
it isn't even your fault,
it's really just me and all
the problems I cause
: dad
