"I gasped for the lack of oxygen slowly closing my passage way.
The scars littering my hard body like a piece of clay.
They didn't hear or listen , now I'm drowning because of them.
my demons, it's slowly slipping, my sanity, my life.
I see it, the darkness that enclosed on me.
For I knew this was it, my last breath, and then I was withering.
Then drowning in it's deepest depths, quietly fading away. "
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
