Poems from Woodsie

I ask myself what I've become And what I see myself becoming. And then it all hits at once, the nights of constantly praying to God that my...
Winter winds are strong Carrying the scent of your Temptation to me. The butterfly spreads Her wings to fly and be free But not me, not me...
They told me I'm different - That I'm not the same. They said love can only come To those who aren't gay. I reared my head back And laughed...
As she looked down at the scars of massacres on her wrist The tears teased the back of her throat; Taunting Laughing Tempting Pleading The...
You know you’re a horrible person. Your walls won’t let you forget. Closing in, I’m sorry dear. These are the things you don’t want to hear...

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