I loved them when I was a kid
Fearless and childish and playful and not how I am today
I would smile at the butterflies and run along the birds
I don't see them now a days
I worry and stress about every little tingles I get
I hate how they make me happy and then sad all of a sudden
"Do they really mean it?"
I hoped they did but deep down I knew they didn't
And I hated it
"Like I hate you now"
My eyes looked at me in the minor
She ran a knife across my chest making me smile
Suddenly I am covered in red from head to toe
And I didn't hate it
Maybe they will like me more if I look like I have a scar too?
They never really meant what they said
They said to make me smile but made me sad instead
I loved me, way before they came
And make me want to hate myself again
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Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoetryThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
