Darkness,
Shattered, broken pieces,
Blood trickling to the floor,
Empty moments when I wish I wasn't here anymore.
Blurry eyes,
Bloody mess,
Pounding heart,
Beating out of my chest.
Tired mind.
Walking on broken glass,
From the wreckage of my past.
So many feelings I have to hold in.
I just want to let them out.
I want I scream and shout.
~M.A.B. 💘
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"Poetry: From the Mind of a Girl Who's Alway's Running"
PoetryThese are poems that I've written. They're personal I would say, but I'd like to share them with anyone who's willing to read them, who can maybe relate. I'll also put some on here that I have that I've read before that I've liked and have been able...
