I'm sorry my heart,
For all of the pain
The screws have been placed,
The black has stained.
I'm sorry my mind
With crumbling sanity,
Tangling thoughts
Losing reality.
Sorry to the artist,
That lives in my bones
Unable to move,
Hands full of stones.
Sorry my body
Covered in scars,
I gave you this hell
When you deserved stars.
Most of all things,
I'm sorry to me,
That sweet little girl
Who can no longer breathe.
You didn't deserve
To be broken apart,
To lose your emotion.
I'm sorry, my heart.
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Ode to Life
ПоэзияIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
