I bled for my mother
I bled for my father
Bled for my self
Bled for an I
bled for all the religions I've sinned
Bled for all decisions I've taken
Bled for people
Bled for answers
Bled for all that ends in disaster
Bled for colors
Bled for tears, filled with sorrow
Bled for my soul
Bled for life
And now I keep bleeding, for I fight.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
AléatoireThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
