There's a hole inside my chest,
an empty wound.
Nothing to fill the darkness,
an empty room.
Pain that shakes through my frame,
turning my skin to ice.
I drag a blade across, with having to pay
scars are the price.
The world keeps turning,
leaving me behind.
Leaving nothing,
but water in sight.
I go under,
no air to breathe.
Everything is dark,
and my heart is set free.
This hole in my chest,
it is finally gone.
Only because I gave up,
and whispered, "I'm done."
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Beautiful Tragedies: Poems
PoezieHere, I write my own poems. These are my own creation and I hope you enjoy them. Some may be sad, some may be happy. It will be a mix of emotions. All I know is that this book will be a beautiful tragedy.
