I lay here face down in this crowded sea.
I lay here in wait, but no one ever comes for me.
I lay here never seen as shadows pass over me.
I lay here beneath your feet face down in the street.
Cause that's what you deemed me to be nothing more than the gum beneath your feet.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.