Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
Honestly I wish I was the same.
Despite all our rough battles and loves bitter dismay.
I just may have forgotten who I am.
Just a former shell of the ghost hidden within.
I've become a monster.
Riddled with thick skin.
Under Empty Skies
Written by
Under Empty Skies  Austin TX
(Austin TX)   
735
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems