I've live a lie a lie so tragic
I once believed my life was filled with magic
But does magic cause hurt pain and despair
Does it cause me to rip out my own hair
To cut and bruise my very own skin
Wait don't look away for this is only the beginning
I've cry to bed and put my own self down
Sometimes I think I don't need a bully to push me to the ground
I can do it myself I cry I pleed
I use my words as a knife to make my own self bleed
Which leads to the question just what is magic
To me it means destruction and total havoc.
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Poems From Within
ŞiirThis is just a book filled with poems and maybe a hidden song or two I wrote. I hope you guys enjoy it.
