Seven days..
Seven days, seven ways
I could have hurt myself
Seven reasons
I could have given
To think of no one else
Seven days,
Constant pain
And my thoughts it did Invade
Seven disappearing tricks
As i allowed myself to fade
Seven days,
Seven different
Excuses I could have made
In order to
Put up my walls
And make art with the blade
Seven days,
Seven silent prayers
In my head
Seven heartaches,
Seven nights that i wished i were dead
But seven days
Were all it took
For God to get to me
Seven ways
My heart is broken
And still i am not free
But seven days
And seven more,
Maybe someday
My heart will soar
But until then,
Ill count seven more..
Seven days not to bleed
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Mes Poemes
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I usually only write poetry when I'M feeling down so most of these will probably be very depressing but I hope you enjoy them anyways. Thanks. :) (WARNING: Some may be triggering)
