My brain is bleeding
my heart is tearing
and my hands like to scratch them and make wounds
These wounds are written in a piece of a paper
with the red of my blood and
the wet of my tears
The blood of my brain may seem scary but it's humane
The tears of my heart may seem ordinary but they're important
Blood is visible but tears are opaque and can't be seen.
I mix them up and make a complicated mess.
This is what I am, I guess...
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
