Deep down within her heart lies the scars that tore her apart
Each and every insecurity spewing out as she looks in the mirror to see the girl that appears in tears
How far has she gone?
How deep has she gone?
They always say, "the first cut is the deepest"
How extensive does this feeling run?
How much is this pain she withholds?
Can she even feel it?
No.
She can't feel it anymore; all this pain had numbed her through
And now all she knows is that empty feeling
The never ending hole that gradually swallows her alive
When will this end?
How much can she take any of this?
Time will pass and two choices will arise
She will either dominate this feeling
Or
It will consume her whole
Till her breaths become shorter and shorter
And she lies cold still
Wishing the slivers of red streaks would zip themselves up
~Catherine
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PoetryThese are just a collection of some of my poems; they have a pretty depressing tone to it.
