These past parts
Leave marks
On my skin
every time I close my eyes
And will they
Still be here
What made me better than myself
I am the missing peace
Of a puzzle
Left behind
Am I more than myself
A mistake
A jacked up plague
A girl in the dark
Who I was
I grimace and applaud
She was someone
Then was no one
Now we play a game
Again
Someone
no one
Or both
And with broken wings
A dove that fly's
Will bid me goodnight
The night
A night like darkness
You and your thoughts
Alone
Breaking through the fourth wall
Just to get to you
You who is no one
You who could die
And no one could see
Tears rush to me
Rain will drown me
Rain in beauty is death
Now I am just an echo
Of to sides of who was I
Falling into war
Who I am
Is no more then an echo
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Human
Non-FictionThings I've wrote about my life. I hope it helps you get through things. It's funny when you don't care anymore to hide your demons. So what I'm broken. I'm not beyond repair. So I'll stick around here and try to make things better. And never go ge...
