I can not cry, i can not let the pain win. This burning pain that nudges me closer and closer to the edge. The edge of this cliff that only leads to more scars. The tears. The red tears that fall, painting crushingly beautiful pictures across my skin. They say it's wrong to bleed the red tears, but I know they don't understand the true beauty of it. The absolute release of this stinging poisonous pain. I, once again, let myself cry. Cry the red tears.
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Poems, Rants, and Other Random Shit
PoetryI guess this is just different stuff in my head that I needed to get out. Most people may not understand but I'm going to write it anyway. It's just rants, poems, short stories, painful paragraphs and diary pages.... Read at your own risk. My mind i...
