I've written a couple poems over the past year. Here is a couple of them.
He Must Think
He must think I'm happy
With the hell I've made with my life
I really don't think he knows
That my best friend has become a knife.
I know it seems I'm over him
I'd like to keep it this way
He thinks I sleep in a palace
Not in this cold bed I lay
I'm glad
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