no one knew
that I tied a noose
that I had cuts
that I almost pulled the trigger.
no one knew
except those
who were broken, too.
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Dark and Beautiful
ŞiirSometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
the secret
no one knew
that I tied a noose
that I had cuts
that I almost pulled the trigger.
no one knew
except those
who were broken, too.
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