i trace the lines upon my skin,
where darkness ends and i begin.
a map of pain, a silent plea,
for all the things ill never be.
the weight i carry drags me low,
in shadows where i dare not show.
the mirror whispers all my flaws,
and in the night, i find my cause.
each mark, a voice that breaks the quiet,
in chaos where i cant deny it.
its not release, its not a cure,
but in the hurt, i feel secure.
i wish for peace, to find a way,
to see the dawn, a brighter day.
but for now, i hide the scars,
and wish upon forgotten stars.
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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...
