These lines are not my own
These lines I do now own
For though the world
May no longer see
I still possess the proof
That this day might come
I never believed you
Always holding onto
That sliver of doubt
Only to learn
The one thing I thought wrong
Would turn out to be right
Tell me my dearest of dears
My loveliest of lovelies
Do these words you wrote
Still ring all too clear?
"With your broken heart you can cut me,
Till I bleed out like the Red Sea,
Into abyssal waters I die in darkness down,
With your tears I truly drown,
And your words like a noose,
I'll hand from trees,
My end I induce"
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Walking Through Hell
PoetryA way to process my trauma. ⚠️‼️ trigger warnings ‼️⚠️ Sexual assault Rape Mental abuse Mental manipulation Emotional abuse
