I try to be positive when negative people rip me apart
I try to look at things with a good heart
But like a corrupted file I let you get to me
I let you make me as bitter and tasteless as yourself
There was nothing to laugh about
Everything was grey
But colour and happiness found their way back to me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
