i used to think
my mother
loved me,
i used to feel
my mother
cared for me,
but i'm tired
of being
used.
so
used.
'coz while
she knew
i'm used to,
that's when
she lost me.
that's when
i knew she
used to
make me
feel like
loved,
cared.
just like that
i've became
not
used to.
-A
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Silhouette Thoughts (A Poem)
Poetrywhen no one was there to offer me a friend demons offered me a shadow, i cant see his face but i used him to get lost behind, him, taking my voice to scream my muffled thoughts into darkness -A
