There's nothing like the hate that comes
From motherly love and affection
It's a lonely feeling that numbs
And breaks every future connection
Wretched mirrors with glass so thin
Now is all that we're doomed to see
I am all you could have been
But you're all I might be
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
