Venting Been looking through my poems book and i wanna share a bit i wrote 10yrs ago.

[Witchy_hyena]

Once upon a time 2009
The world was mine in my mind.
Yet a pawn of the vine getting blind on the shine. Getting hurled through the herd felth like feeling fine defined. Now i get weary feeling crazy . and im not sure if i like it or not
My memories are all scary squeeling hazy
But theyre all that ive got
What doesnt kill you doesnt make you stronger. After a while it just makes you break down and cry.
Slowly turns you into a monster
Yet people stand by and wonder why
Smoked meat lasts longer and bad weeds never die. Raging like a heathen .bathing in the nile(denial) raving like a demon
UGLY WHEN I SMILE

 

[BlackPill Scholar]

UGLY WHEN I SMILE

Brutal. How old were you back then?

 

[Witchy_hyena]

Brutal. How old were you back then?

16 -17ish

 

[Mogged Loner]

 

[Deleted member 20659]

Yet a pawn of the vine getting blind on the shine. Getting hurled through the herd felth like feeling fine defined

I dont know these words
Good poem

 

[Witchy_hyena]

I dont know these words
Good poem

Thank you