Sitting outside in the darkness.
I'm finally alone again,
These clothes are full of bloodstains.
Yet I can't do it I'm losing my mind on the inside.
I'm dying inside as well.
Either way I'm still going to hell.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PuisiThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
