"My skin is like a garden
I keep digging up the dirt
Just to see my red roses grow
And then I hide them under a shirt
I don't show my flowers to anyone
The beauty is only for me
In other peoples eyes
They're just some ugly weed
I don't like to dig up my garden
The ground will never be healed
My roses are filled with darkness
And no one knows how I feel."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
