all of these bruises and scars,
all of these tears shed,
they have put me behind bars,
they keep me stuck in my head.
all of these sleepless nights,
all of these days in another land,
they stop me from turning on the lights,
they make it so hard to stand.
all of these times when i'm done,
all of these thoughts that i won't carry on,
they allow them to think that they've won,
they force me to feel that i'm already gone.
all of these words shooting me down,
all of these questions asked,
they willingly take the crown,
they push me inside, heart masked.
all of these feelings they can't seem to see,
all of these answers unspoken,
they trap my heart under lock and key,
they guard it, even though it's already broken.
all of these bruises and scars,
all of these tears shed,
they are what keep me under stars,
they cannot decide the road ahead.
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desolation
Poesiades·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
