A poem for them.
A poem for you.
A poem for me.
A poem for the things all of them won't see.
They wear various masks,
To cover their tracks,
From the people who love them most.
You don't know your home,
You feel all alone,
Because people have hurt and betrayed you.
I'm a piece of trash,
Who simply acts like a savior.
When truthfully I can't even save myself.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
