Spinning through her mind
Thoughts are cruel, they aren’t kind
They were the fatal signs.
Insanity is destructive,
Violence was the seed
That bore in the fear she didn’t need
She grabbed the knife that helped her bleed
The pain was beautiful, it was seductive.
In the morning she woke up on the floor
She cringed in pain but she wasn’t sore
Because this agony left her wanting more
Despite the misery she went to school
Hide the scar
It’s as poisonous as tar
Though the thoughts were never far
She was the demon’s fool
Nights went by without any sleep
As the scars grew deep
The poison would seep
Though she never made a sound
The pain was just too real
All she wanted was to feel
But these wounds would never heal
Six feet underground.
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To Write On My Heart
PoesíaA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
