TW: Mention of self harm.
A crimson drop glided down her wrist,
Her resolve had broke,
A disloyal tear trailed down her cheek,
Her restraints had broke,
A thunderous scream escaped her throat,
Her anger had woke,
Finally darkness embraced her in his intoxicating loneliness,
She had come home.
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The Words They Never Spoke
Poésie" I release my pain on paper, For this hurting heart to heal. I release my pain on paper, For this frozen heart to feel." - Me This book consists of a sad and lonely collection of poetry compos...
