Sometimes I feel like the runt in a pack of wolves.
The one that always is forgotten.
The one who always doesn't get much food. The one whose always picked on the most by the others.
The one that only exists because I was a mistake and didn't die in the womb.
DU LIEST GERADE
Drowning Under Humanity
PoesieMy cover may not be pretty, And my insides may be dark, But the poetry that I have within my pages... They tell a story that no one can maintain. It's okay to not be okay, Happiness can be a mask. Sadness can be the water, In a sea that has a st...
