My legs are weak
My eyes are red
Though my heart still beating
Today there will be no retreating
My body aches
My wrists sting
Though My heart is still beating
This depression I'm defeating
Theres blood on me
And I won
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Poetry Of A Bitter Sweet Girl
Poetry"How do you put together a heart that's been ripped apart?" He looked at her teary eyes "You stitch the peices back together painfully. Then let the one who loves you numb the pain."
