Destroyed and deception this is what I bleed...
holding you is what I need.
Broken dreams and innocent screams surrounding the seems.
Tattered merely just a thread...
I struggle just not to be dead...
living for you is what I said.
I wanted to beat the words on her head. No understanding to the battle I fight.
Living is a right!
I'm living for you and I say goodnight.
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poezjadark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
