By Roxxi

Sometimes they were
My only friends
Stuck by me
Through thick and thin

Sometimes I bought them
Like an honest person
Other times I stole them
There are no excuses for that

Sometimes I would
Talk to them
But somehow they
Already knew my story

Sometimes they did
Take away my pain
From pipe burns
And knife wounds

Sometimes they understood
Without any judgment
I really didn't want
To get them dirty

Sometimes I would cry
When I threw them away
It was like getting rid of
A small piece of me

Sometimes I miss them
And their comfort
But that's old behavior
I'm on a new journey now

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Copyright 2019 Roxxi
Published on Thursday, November 28, 2019.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

It sounds nuts, but it is what it is.
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  • Purposelessness On Saturday, November 30, 2019, Purposelessness (139)By person wrote:

    Sometimes it's so hard to stay away, good write I enjoyed this, it reminded me of how many times I've come back.

  • bobbery On Saturday, November 30, 2019, bobbery (70)By person wrote:

    good write!! we keep on stiching ourselves together

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