Drowned

July 28, 2015

Why do you doubt me?

Am I that futile to you?

I am drowning,

By the words you gave me,

Words you spat on me,

I am in a dark space,

With no lights,

With no hands to reach,

I was hoping for a hand,

But you covered my eyes instead,

Its darker than black,

I can't see my stars,

I am drowned.

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