Poems from fummala

lots of things can end in silence a fight is fought with words like knives cutting the one you love and there are too many i'm sorries to...
I try to be perfect Smile really big Help everyone Never think of myself But sometimes It's hard I get hurt All those feelings i hold start...
And then silence. his voice is raised you can almost hear her cringe, he’s too far gone too many a drink her back against the kitchen sink...
in highschool i’ve had this nagging feeling of inadequacy I never have enough money to buy what i want and there is never enough time to...
Please don't yell. Please don't shout Please don’t slam and stop about Please give me silence, one more night of serene back to the old...

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