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The Rage Inside

A Colorless World

Why'd You Leave Me?

Bleeding Hearts

Tainted Innocence

If I Were To Die Today

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

Nothing But dreams

The horror of my love

I just want you

These Words Burned My Throat

I stand in silence in a world full of you

In Lana We Stand

Irrevocably and hopelessly addicted to you

Can you stitch me up?

Oh God i'm in love

The art of one night stands

I think i'm done

Red nail polish

In my divorced dads playlist era

I think there's a toad in my throat

Think of me as often as I do you

Just fucking get out of my head already

I need to stop thinking of you

Turned twice away but back again

My sneakers are rotting and tearing at the seams

October, November, December

If I stop, how will I ever move again?

Stringing me along

his little lost love of mine

sweetened despair

To the bugs living rent free

A thief of hearts

The righteous path to girlhood is by fatherly neglect

This Is The Last Poem

That wasn't the last issue

I fear a burnout grows near

This is a collection of poems through the eyes of a teenager. These contain sensitive topics such as suicide, drug usage, and abuse. If you aren't comfortable with these topics, then don't read. Thanks!

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The Rage Inside

A Colorless World

Why'd You Leave Me?

Bleeding Hearts

Tainted Innocence

If I Were To Die Today

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

Nothing But dreams

The horror of my love

I just want you

These Words Burned My Throat

I stand in silence in a world full of you

In Lana We Stand

Irrevocably and hopelessly addicted to you

Can you stitch me up?

Oh God i'm in love

The art of one night stands

I think i'm done

Red nail polish

In my divorced dads playlist era

I think there's a toad in my throat

Think of me as often as I do you

Just fucking get out of my head already

I need to stop thinking of you

Turned twice away but back again

My sneakers are rotting and tearing at the seams

October, November, December

If I stop, how will I ever move again?

Stringing me along

his little lost love of mine

sweetened despair

To the bugs living rent free

A thief of hearts

The righteous path to girlhood is by fatherly neglect

This Is The Last Poem

That wasn't the last issue

I fear a burnout grows near

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