They told me.
Told me everything was alright.
Everything was okay now.
They are wrong.
Wrong.
They said that I would no longer have to carry my burden alone.
That they would help.
They lied.
I am still hurting.
Still suffering.
Still alone.
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PoetryA butterfly, pure and brilliant. A human, breaking faster than they can heal. A thunderstorm, enchanting and cleansing. A collection of drabbles/fragments. Free verse poetry.
