in the quiet of her room, she hides,
a world of pain behind her eyes.
lines on her skin, like silent screams,
echo the hurt, shattering dreams.
she battles demons, day and night,
fighting shadows, losing light.
her heart is heavy, bruised and torn,
a fragile soul, so deeply worn.
the blade whispers, offering peace,
a moments solace, a brief release.
but each cut leaves a deeper scar,
a mark of pain, a wound thats far.
yet in her heart, a flicker remains,
a hope that one day, shell break these chains.
to find the strength, to heal, to cope,
to turn her scars into stories of hope.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
