this poem is the 10th part of me pouring out my heart putting words on the screen and I have been sad since a teen
and still I’m not getting better the finish line is out of reach lying down on my knees crawling there but as I get closer it gets further away another bad day still stuck in the sad phase
so dear reader let me be the speaker and tell you this girl inside me I need her place hard to connect because we feel so far apart this is the 10th poem part I’m still so sad
About the Creator
Fresh heaven stuck in a private hell
The tempestuous younger sister, had a penchant for true crime she lingered over sordid details of past gruesome murder But found them So boring. She found a rat to serve her older sister as stew a drink of sewer, a toast will do ‘Why did she shimmer brighter than I? I Was The Real Star.’
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 days ago in Poets
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