One
Two
Three
Four
Scars too many
Blood on the floor
She had a nightmare
So she thought.
So she blinked.
One
Two
Three
She thought she had a nightmare.
But unfortunately...
She was never to be set free.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoesíaNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
One, Two, Three, Four
One
Two
Three
Four
Scars too many
Blood on the floor
She had a nightmare
So she thought.
So she blinked.
One
Two
Three
She thought she had a nightmare.
But unfortunately...
She was never to be set free.