I'd lay my spine on sharp thorns and knives for you to walk over. Then, I'd shed my tears to water your favorite flower.
My own bones are yours to sell for diamonds you desire. My tongue spews only what you wish to hear.
Every piece, from the surface down to the deepest ends of my soul, is yours. Maybe to love, maybe to leave.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesiaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
