Poem 5
You will never know
the power of words,
until someone throws
it back in your face.
And you’re left
trying to mend the damage you caused.
Poem 1
Look at me again and I will shout! Fall down the stairs Bang my head on the wall Jump off the ledge you left me screaming out a window that did not exist leaving the back of throat acidic still scared and you know You recognise the hurt behind the bags under my eyes exhausted and weak bitter and broken, yet still capable of functioning Sweet memories just deteriorate don’t worry because I will never forget
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