What more do you want?
Everything I own
To bleed me dry
To catch the salt I cry
Is that the season of your life?
Sadness vampire,
that’s what I used to call it
So you may think that you have won
Wake up call, bitch I'm the sun
What do you actually profit
You can’t take my identity
Because you cannot find your own
You could strip me down to nothing
And make sure I’m all alone
And I still would stand taller
I would still be wiser
Because you can’t reverse our souls
You’re still the one
Who made that wrong choice
When I barely had a voice
And if I never speak again
If I lose every single friend
It won’t change a thing in the end
About how your hate began
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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