The streets cry in a deadly omen
I wanted a cure for the life I've chosen
I look at the mirror and see my body's broken
I can't breathe because my heart is broken
The pain is cutting through me like blade
I feel the blood fall from my body
The pain is a blessing in disguise
At least we can feel something....
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Poems of my torn Soul
PoetryI saw you for the first time,and fell head over heels for you For what seemed like forever we got to know each other Only for me to find out the truth, I've been used for the hell of it I kneel to the floor of my room, take out my knife and begin to...
