The red ink spills in my white heart,
It twists and turns into the words of Not Enough.
The mocks and taught sinks it's teeth tight into me, It tear my skin apart, broke all my bones and a fire so fierce that conquer every part of my heart,
till all that is remain is the ashes of my Once white heart.
I try to not let it get to me but atlast like death to a living, It devours me up.
But sometimes,
Sometimes I do wonder alone late at night,
My God,
How much is ever enough and How much is not.
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PoetryThe one That [ToT] is a Collection of poetry. The Poetries here are Completely taken from my own thoughts, It had already been written in my notepad. And I have been updating some of them that are worthy enough. So Please DON'T STEAL any of them...
