My pen is my knife
That soon will get my own life
I'll write my story
Until I reach writing my own eulogyI play all those words
That made my all wounds
Every line I write to form a letter
The more my wounds get deeperYes I'm killing myself
Through writing every part of my broken pieces
I'll continue writing my story in darkness
That makes me more drown in sadnessUntil I don't have anything to say for my plead
And when I finally bleed
There I'll write my last heart beat
That will take me to my last bidAnd when its all done
There I know my pain is already gone
And then again I'll start a new one
A story of new beginning with a new pen to write on
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoesíaA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida