She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs
Until it ripped into pieces
Let out everything that she had been hiding
In her burdened mind
She wanted to lacerate her flesh
Until the cerise blood flow down her hand
Wounds were made on her hand
That remained as a reminder of her desolation
She wanted to get out of the immorality
Which took away her happiness
And locked her in tenebrosity
Making her starve to death
And crave for just a little light
-f.f.f
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Poetry| p o e t r y | sometimes you just need to write a poem to let yourself free. Highest rank| #1 in poetrycontest [15.06.19]
