9:11AM ; EXASPERATED
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THEY TOLD ME THAT
i took out something good from my
broken heart
and they called it words
they said i bleed words
and they are beautiful
but how ugly it was
to name beautiful my pain
it was never beautiful
god, now i realised out of all
these lies that my heart
only bleeds red
the pain echoed
and it destroyed me
nothing was ever beautiful
inside of me,
it was just broken pieces and broken promise and life,
never to be obtained again
i lost my light
YOU ARE READING
せかい。
Poesía「 a guy who loves sad poems so much he eventually became one. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD
