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Poem: Left To Suffer Alone

My name is Candice Ballinger and I am a paranoid schizophrenic who loves to write.


Oceans run cold

my veins run deep,

I'm a steep hill

rolling down the street

wrapped in cotton,

dipped in sweet

you'll never figure me out

but that's why I'm a treat

sullen and dreary,

I'm never not alone

unworthy to be held;

not valuable enough to be sold

I'm left with no soul

how can I go on?

This I do not know

trusted in hell

lied to during the day,

life is misery

that's all I can say.

© 2021 Candice Yates