She lays in bed
Eyes facing the roof,
Her brain is filled
With things unspoken,
With pain,
With sorrow.
Yet she lays unbroken,
Smile on her lips,
Tears in her eyes,
Tonight was the night,
She is happy inside.She lay in bed,
Her sheets soaked in blood.
Knife on her chest,
She was broken inside.
But now she smiles,
Her wish had been granted,
Her soul has been lifted
She lay there,
Lifelessly, cold blooded.
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Nightmare
PoetryIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...