My Dear
Dead beat and broken
I lay here in this abyss
Forever not to be awoken
Each cut I make with the blade, is my willingness
The need to escape this bitter reality
I'm no long a being, but an empty vessel
Once I bleed out on the bathroom floor, I believe
That I will be once again whole
I told myself each tear was worth the pain
The scars that stain my skin
I held that bloodied blade
Telling myself what I did was no sin
Why do I have to keep lying to myself?
Am I afraid of letting my emotions go?
Each scream that came from my mouth
Every broken no
I am no longer here
Just promise you'll remember me my dear
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A Look Inside My Head
PoetryJust a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if on...
