Left with the wreckage that you made, from the hypocrisy you create. Left to repair the damage caused by the lies you spun, that caused my world to fall. Left in the wreckage that you caused, I try to stand tall, but it's only a mask to hide my pain from the wreckage you create.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
שיריםpoetry 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.
