i couldn't speak i couldn't write
couldn't say it out of fright
you took advantage of that fact
left me without my body intact
you took away my sanity
spilled my soul with vanity
but oh how I wish I would've screamed
oh you pretend you know what i mean
but I'll murder you for murdering me
because i too, am not who i seem to be
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
