in this phase,
I'm breatheless
suicidal thoughts
they race,
I'm Loveless,
kinda
emotionless,
feelingless,
being joyless,
my pale face,
existence trace
brace me with grace
for now my life's unhooking those shoelace
which bind me to this world, a hellish dark place,
hurt and damage can't be represented in a phrase,
death gains its pace.
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Petals of my moonflower
PoetryRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
