Once, I was happy.
Once,
I was welcomed.
Demons tarnished,
Smiles painted,
Bruises vanished,
Warmth found,
Pain lost.
Lies became love.
Hell became home.
~Thanks to you.~
Home became hell.
Love became lies.
Lost pain found
Warmth vanished,
Bruises painted,
Smiles tarnished,
Demons welcomed.
Was I once-
Happy?
Was I once?
~Via
The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.
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Reflection
PoetryAm I beautiful? Is this perfection? Mind says yes, Reflection says no. Beauty lies beneath, ~Always.~ Beneath lies beauty. No, says reflection, Yes, says mind. Perfection, this is. Beautiful, I am. . . . A collection of Palindrome poetry.
