Sometimes I feel the desire to hurt.
Like I was hurted.
Because the pain doesn't go.
It grows and grows
Until the darkness takes over.
Until my heart is fully black,
Until my soul is fully rotten.
Until my mind imagines blood and tears all over.
And suddenly...
I'm back.
Back to the control over my heart and soul.
My mind takes time to heal.
But I'm fine.
With fear I keep remembering the darkness that took over.
With fear I think about the other me.
The one that scares.
The one I hide so deep inside.
The one I hate.
The one I love.
The one with anger,
Tears and blood all over.
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Aren't you tired of being a human?
PoesíaYes, tragedy isn't a lantern But how many stars have you seen in the light? Poems to tear out your heart and sew it again Original poems by me. About depression, suicide, heartbreak and more sad stuff.
