My sadness is a knife stabbing any traces of happiness.
Its rust compromising my emotional stability.
I feel the accuracy of the blow as the poison seeps in.
The depression infesting my body, with such precision and power there is no time for retaliation
The depression made my heart weak
The misery gripped my heart with such firmness that it not only dominated my heart but my soul
All the things that i owned in my blood.....
Appreciation, Beauty, Cleverness, Compassion, Curiosity, Desire, Fascination, Fierceness, Heart, Integrity, or Intelligence is now only a black hole of discontent and hurt.
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Devestaion Of Beauty
PoesiaI hate me I stare at my reflection I only see a grotesque thing I've fucked myself over There is no more me I hate myself No need to cut No need to cry There's no changing the this thing Why am I doing this to my self I hate myself There us no mo...
