BurnA Poem by ThisismythearpyDoes anyone ever get that intrusive thought about burning all your stuff to set yourself free?Going to burn my possessions tonight Going to give me freedom Give me might Throw it all into a hole Just light a match Watch it go Turn my back Never looking back Breaking the bonds So I can be gone Released into smoke in the wind Whatever direction it blows Will be the direction I go Sitting in my filled up room is getting old Without this stuff I’ll surely roam © 2017 Thisismythearpy |
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Added on June 28, 2017 Last Updated on June 28, 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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