This is my first poem, tell me what u think...
I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
...
My life’s fallen apart.
Broken In pieces like abstract art,
All because of her artificial heart.
Her lies unravel, upon a great stage
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This is my first poem, tell me what u think...
I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
I can’t stand the body staring back at me
Keep dreaming it will get better; that’s the key
Someone, somewhere set me free
God didn’t make me so id disappear,
Caught in the grip of my own fear.
So free I shall be;
I have my own key; somewhere
deep down inside me…