guilt is antartica
shards of ice plummett
towards my soul
breaking shattering
whatever good i have left
my body is a dead wasteland
i'm numb
but the ones i hurt
reflect on me
agonizing the side thats paper
too vulnerable to block the bullets
so i fall
forever in hell
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Poems of an Angry Soul
PuisiI wrote these poems during the shittiest part of my life. I poured my soul into these words. I tried
