Alone
I feel it whenever I’m here
This horrid place we call home
It all happens here
The nights spent on the pillow
The blade covered with your own blood
I will never love that person looking back at me
Who could in this world?
I’m not super skinny
I’ll never be good enough
I am alone
And always will be
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
