She fills the crevices
Of my broken mind
I want to snap, and break,
And burn, everything
She's touched there
And toss it away
So she'll stay out of my life
She sits
Like a drop of blood
On a shard of glass
Too painful to hold
Easy to turn back to
Somehow finds a way to hurt me
And yet
Out of reflex
I pick it up
-L
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Living In The Mind's Cage
ПоэзияThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
