I'm just a story left untold;
A puzzle with lost pieces;
A poem without emotion;
A night without stars.
You left me,
And I can't blame you.
So now I'll be
The hell fire in your lungs
Burning you to the bone;
The torturer of your mind
Breaking you;
A razor through your skin
Leading markings of sin.
I'll put you on your knees
And smile as I watch you plead.
I'll be the most beautiful hell
You've ever seen;
I'll be the blood on your wrists
And the emptiness of your heart.
I became this when
When you took the light behind my eyes.
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PoesíaWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
