I always thought
I could trust you.
I always thought
You were there for me.
To protect me
To hold me when things got rough.
I always thought
If anyone wasn't
Going to give up on me
It would be you.
Little did I know,
I was already trapped
In a web of despair
You helped weave.
What did I ever do to you?
I ask myself.
Why can't this be a normal town,
Where people are or aren't friends.
Why does this place have to be something
Out of a Victorian novel.
With secrets and oaths,
Longings and insanity.
Here
Nothing is fine
Because everyone is waiting,
For someone else
To fall.
So that they know they are safe,
From the cold, uncaring hands of despair.
When someone is down in this town,
We stomp on them,
So that they do not get back up.
I am one of the ones
Who is struggling to get back up.
Everyone is stomping on me
But I keep struggling,
Because this is not how I want to go.
But if I get back up,
I will get back at you.
For taking my trust,
My sanity,
My friendship.
–Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
