You fall,
And take in all the posture
And the torture of it all.
Your mind is darker than the cold and empty walls
And you cry until there's no one left to call.
You fall,
And take in all the posture
And the torture of it all.
Back again in a place built for redemption,
A second chance to save your soul
And then a next one
And a next one.
You fall,
And take in all the torture
And the posture of it all.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
