Poems from LivingIntheMiddle17

I told myself I’d rather be dead Then let you touch me again. These words I swore on my grave And I carry them close to the wound in my...
How funny! You fell down, down, down Because of a cute little bunny He’s late, you know So don’t delay! If you follow, you’ll get carried...
  Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins Hearts filled with agonizing wounds Instead, there’s nothing - Selfish emptiness took away...
Dreams are a fantasy in which we are all suffering Filled with disillusioned visions and false hopes Pouring sweet, fantasized lies...
Faces gleam in empty windowpanes Pressed against the glass, Glued, judging, watching as they invaded the domain Their domain. The hospital...

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