I am
not a
murderer
I am
not a
thief
But
I am a
prisoner
of my own grief
And
I have
no one
to
bail me out
Because
even
the ones
I trusted
the most
stabbed me
in the back
I knew
I'm alone,
Wandering
in this
cruel world
I wish
I really did
ran away
when
I was told
And
I'm not
a thief
But
my heart
was murdered
And all of
my cries
were
never heard
YOU ARE READING
Unfixed
PoetryCompilation of my self-written poems, proses and one liners. -Aliah Rodelas
