If my soul was on paper
What might it look like?
I imagine it'd be
Ripped
Torn
Scuffed, scratched, and bruised
I bet it would read a horror story
Of a girl
Who made too many mistakes
And let
People with scissors
Play with her paper soul
I wish
I could trade it for a new one
But I guess
You only get one chance to take care of it
Now my only hope is to stitch it up
Dust it off
Or let it disintegrate completely
I haven't decided yet
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.