I am but a hollow being
Torn apart and sleepy
I am alone without epiphany
Cursed future is a promise to be
I open my eyes and only see
The faults of mine, they throw to me
Which are rocks giving me bruise
A lot of them, different hues
I've grown numb
I want to kill
This burdened soul
Continues to breathe and dream
I want now; to give up
I want to let go
Let my wings fly
And shower blood to soil
I am untrusted, an evil woman
Wait, I don't know if I'm even one
I am a girl
Beautiful but damned
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Pain
PoetryThe collection of poems with the theme of pain, as the title suggests, it is also about life and the hidden meanings behind all the elements living and revolving in it. Feel free to read, comment and critique. All of you will be highly appreciated.
