Don't look them in the eye.
Don't call them by their name.
Don't point at them, don't speak of pain.
They will always find you.
They are always watching.
They have a smile on their face, I wonder what it's hiding.
Long nails, forced smile and eyes wide open.
Ribs sticking out, chains on their abdomen.
Blood dripping down their body... oh this reminds me of somebody...
Someone with a fake smile and ribs sticking out.
Someone with long hair and a heart full of love.
Someone who needs help someone who is trying.
To bad I can't recall the memories... so tiring...
Creatures. That was the word. Or was it...
Perfection? Carelessness? Skinny? Small?
I wonder what those smiles hide.
I wonder what they are thinking.
In the end we are all the same.
We all just want to be saved...
We all wish for a friend or maybe....
We all wish to be ...
To be sane?
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Inside My Head - A Collection Of Me
Poetry"inside my head - a collection of me" is a collection of short stories, writing exercises, and poems I wrote. Most of these are the manifestation of the feelings I feel, into words. it may be a bit messy and not always make sense but I hope you en...
