Mine lives in her heart
Astray from those beatings
Slamming with every sharp breathe,
Single handedly hoping,
That I'm okay
With a smile,
My demon comes out
Angels slapped it out of there
But I was already dead.
Laughs, cries, pain
It's just a thing
(Sorry if this is trash)
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
