Three hundred pounds of ugly words..
Three hundred pounds of dirty, useless words-
Words to describe my face.
These dirty, unclean words can not-
Will not- wash off.
They stain my skin.
My insides are burnt by these words,
These words that describe my body.
Three hundred pounds of ugly words that are written within my veins.
I weep the hard, unclean words
Only to devour them once more.
My teeth are muddy,
My eyes are bloodshot,
My organs are burning.
Three hundred pounds of ugly words
That are breaking me down,
Piece by piece until I am nothing but bone.
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Moving On~ COMPLETED
Poesia~the process of moving on~ *trigger warning* If you ever need someone to talk to.. You can always message me.. Whether on here, or on Instagram or Facebook.. It's okay. I might not respond right away, and I may be a little awkward, but I'll respond...
