Poems from thatfreakofawriter
I’ve found my new addiction,
these pretty little pills.
I line them up and sort them,
taking them by will.
Each pill holds a meaning of it’...
Little girl, why so sad?
Tired of being pushed down again and again?
Well my dear there’s a simple solution,
no, no, you won’t go mad.
It’s...
I’m losing myself.
Searching for guys to use me,
exploiting myself has become my new hobby.
The shame i feel, the pain I go through,
it is...
Memories, tragedies, love and loss.
I can’t wrap my finger around what it is,
that messes me up like this.
Is it the way you left or what...
Look at her and what do you see,
a happy, cheerful, girl, full of glee?
Well look behind that mask,
that has been so neatly painted on,
for...