2015
There is a never-ending violence
Droning on in my head.
I push it to the side,
Hoping in neglect it will end.
Addressing your problems
Doesn't seem like a solution.
Not when your problems
Are seemingly lucid.
The smile you see is fake.
I feign my positivity.
Inside I'm dark and bitter.
My blood pumps negativity.
I normally write in the third person,
For a reason I see clear.
Why admit that I'm the girl
Who's always drowning in her tears?
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
