They say a person that reads lives a thousand lives, but they never talk about the suffer that comes with it. I am one of those people, one off those girls to be precise. I've already lived a thousand lives and I'm only sixteen. I've loved hundred's off boys and girls. But every time I come back to reality a part off me turned dark, a bit off the golden shine inside me left and is placed on the shelve along with the book.
I've lost so many loved ones in books , i've become afraid to love in reality. I've ran a thousand miles and seen a million places while in reality I havn't seen my home quite well. I've been loved and kissed by hundreds off people in diffrent lives when in real life I've never had a lover or a first kiss before. I have blood on my hands without killing and bruised knuckles without fighting. But I've also had my heart broken by past lovers without ever been loved by anyone.
But after all, it is my escape and I carry the suffer deep inside me to feel the love off the stranger on paper. Because when i finish a life, I gain friends and lovers so taking the lost ones and the suffer becomes a painful pleasure...
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PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
