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Fat poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
Tears fall like shards of glass.
Images flash from my past.
Sharp edges cut deep
You do not hear me as I weep
Your words colder than a child's "I hate you" stare
You show no remorse and it's hard to bare
I bury my self deep under the blanket
Sleep is my goal but all I can do is fake it
I am filled with anger and hurt
After pushing me down you kicked covering my face with dirt
I now stand here staring in the mirror
Depression creeps nearer and nearer