Daggers staring at me with hate,
Suffocating the life out of me,
Trembling my body to the floor,
Trying to pick up the pieces,
Blood gushes from my hand,
The pieces hurt,
You can't pick them up,
Like Broken Glass,
Can't Pick up the pieces of something that hurts too much,
Like Broken Glass.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a book of my Poems. Poems I've created about my life. I hope you love them. :)
