A cut in my heart
The pain in that part
The person that makes ooze the blood
A life I have known from the very start.
WHy am I destined to feel
so horribly, chances it kill.
To ease the pain and to keep it still
The truth hurts but it is real.
There's always something missing
In waking up or in dreaming
That person who keeps the blood oozing
A cut in my heart, it wouldn't heal until the ending.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoetryIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
