On Myself
A million times I went rouge
I wanted my palm on your cheek
Turn red that pale skin
A million times I have stopped myself
I wanted my fingers between your hair strands
Pull it out of your skull
A million times I wanted to stab you with my dagger
Instead, I struck it on myself
Pain myself so I could not do it to others.
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...
