It's been 8 days, I'm really proud
They're only scars and no cuts now
But a scream and yell full of hate and fury break me
Too soon 8 goes to 0, now I really hate me
No thanks to the ones who destroy me and hurt me, who wish upon a star for the end of me
And I cry and cry because I broke and I'm weak and alone
And I lose the strength I gained from
the days too long ago
And I smile as I break
I break into millions tiny piece
Piece by piece I fall apart, never to be whole again
My days are over and done
Now I hold to the hope
That the next day will be 1
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Dark Daydreams
PoetryThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...
