the prophecy is true,
the abuser does become the abuser.
it's always gonna be my fault, isn't it?
i mean that's what's you've always told me.
and since i can't find that trust in myself,
i guess you're all I have left.
i rely on you as if u were the nerves on my spine.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
