I lay in bed with tears rolling down my face, my heart is ingured by its recent disgrace,
But this time the clock goes forward in time and I see myself dead in a blink of an eye,
And the man who I loved isn't even there to say his goodbyes...
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
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I lay in bed with tears rolling down my face, my heart is ingured by its recent disgrace,
But this time the clock goes forward in time and I see myself dead in a blink of an eye,
And the man who I loved isn't even there to say his goodbyes...