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A Nightmare Before Christmas

For the ones who are just a little broken at the seams.

By CatPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Living in a world where you

trust nobody

is such a sad place to be.

But it’s not as easy as it seems

to just pick up your things,

and happiness

is only found

within a dream.

They've lied.

Cheated.

and stolen everything.

“What can you bring to this

new society?”

Where there’s

flowers.

Children.

Loving parents

-so kind and sweet.

The ones that kiss you.

Turn off the lights

before you sleep.

"What are they gonna do with me?”

A rag doll.

Beaten.

Torn up.

Broken.

At the seams.

“Is there enough love

in this world to fix me?”

I can’t imagine

this dream.

No person,

place,

idea,

or thing.

“What in the world would

someone want to do with

me?”

And so I hide

from the beams

of sunlight

and society.

Trust no one.

for then,

no more damage

is done to me.

Trust no one.

for then,

nobody can

take me from my dreams.

Trust no one.

for then,

nobody can

break me at the seams.

Trust no one.

for then,

nobody can

taint my

reality.

surreal poetry
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Cat

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