Wash your handsA Poem by ThisismythearpyWash your hands clean Of what you did to me Make excuses to excuse the lies Broken promises Shattered dreams Tell yourself what you did was okay How you had a game to play Watch this boy A broken toy Struggle through each day Reflect on how you left him this way Your life is filled with joy But not this boy He is gone © 2017 Thisismythearpy |
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Added on June 21, 2017 Last Updated on June 21, 2017 AuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..Writing
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