Everything is a game in my life.
From the people
Who pretend to care.
To you.
The one person who's supposed
To help.
The person who's
Supposed to 'fix me'.
But I know in my heart
You're in this for the money.
But whatever.
I'll pretend I think you care.
As I sit in your house
Like a child in a horror movie.
I don't care.
Because honestly?
I'm loving the idea that an ax will fall.
–Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoesiThese 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...
