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My Pain Spilled Onto Pages [Poetry]

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#699 in Poetry Before my ink spilled, my pain was inside, now it's on the once white paper, that turned as black as my mind, my innocent self, became a shattered soul, and that shattered soul, was spilled ink on the paper.

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|The Died Me|

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by StarryLight123

by StarryLight123

The water was a dark red,

It resembled my painted head,

The sky was a dark black,

It resembled my heart that won't go back,

The grass was a dark grey,

Just like the memory of the old me,

The field of flowers layed away,

Just like my heart you took away,

My little dress, black and gray,

Just like my emotions that were thrown away,

The light that fades from my eyes,

Made me want to scream and cry,

I wanted to die,

Because pain changes people,

I should know after all,

I took that down fall,

And I hate the fact,

That I won't go back.