When you sit on the ledge watching your feet dangle over the edge, You wonder, do you fall or do you get up and move away from the ledge?
You fill your heart heavy with emotion as you let your mind drift, hoping your soul will heal even if it is in a rift.
Finally screaming out the hurt, you fling your self off the edge, hoping to fall, instead you fly.
After all the hurt, all the abuse, your finally free. You spread your wings further and let it all fall away.
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After all I've been through I write these poems to let the years of hurt and the sea of emotion inside of me out. I give it a voice, one that seeks to be heard. Not a whole lot of people will ever know my true story and they don't have too. The true reason I write and express myself through these poems is to maybe have someone who was once and even now like me, a broken person who self harmed and felt alone, that suicide was the only way out, has someone there who knows what it's like and won't judge them. I'm here and this is the start of a very long book of poems, some sad, some depressing, but some happy.
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Love And Death
PoezjaPoem that describes the hurt of being alone, forgotten too, as well as losing the person you love.
