Once my sister came home
and found me talking to myself.
She thought I was crazy when she found out
I wasn't on the phone.
And all of the sudden,
I felt like I'd become a serial killer
because I talked to myself out loud
and felt pain so hard that it made me go limp.
It turns out,
I was just sad.
And outrageously alone.
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Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
