Feasting off of my attention
Lacking simple comprehension
You are my enemy, you are a foe
When will you just let me go?
Nasty, grimy, piece of shit
One more time, then this is it
I'm growing up, I'm letting go
It is your turn to change and grow
I'm leaving to become myself
You can find somebody else
To suck the hope and dreams away
To make them suffer, rot, decay
I'm getting better without you
I'm so happy we are through
I thought it was love, its was hunger, I see
Parasite, get off of me.
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Pixi's Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I've written, embracing all different emotions I feel. A lot of these poems are dark, and it may be triggering for others to read. Poetry is one of my safe-places, and I would like to share it with you <3 TW// SH, S...
