Let the cut widen
Let the lips open
Let the pain begin
Let the heart ache
Let the memories hurt
Let the tears come
Let the heart shatter
Let the bruise form
Let the promises break
Let the lies be spoken
Let his wounds win
Let my love lose.
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Devoted to the demons inside
PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
