Wait for the glassA Poem by Kai
Waiting
Waiting for that day to come But the waiting hasn't even begun There is still a lot of time but why not shorten it I have scissors in my hand and a string behind my back I could cut it but there is no energy left I want to break a mirror and see the glass flying Hitting me and feel the Pain Flying into my direction while I laugh I want the glass inside my pale skin
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Added on April 20, 2021 Last Updated on April 20, 2021 AuthorKaiUnited KingdomAboutI was bored one day and decided to write poems, Please be careful reading my poems they are triggering! I am Kai, I Use He/Him pronouns and I'm trans. I am from Germany I like to read and I used to.. more..Writing
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