I am damaged yet victorious
I wonder how outsiders may view me with only external reasoning
I hear melancholy melodies
I see the blinding lights upon a stage with dark figures, isolating me
I want to be as free as dancer
I am damaged yet victorious
I pretend to be okay when others ask
I feel his filthy presence upon me, degrading me
I touch the scars and bruises each day
I worry someone may see them and judge
I cry for I feel trapped, with no way to turn
I am damaged yet victorious
I understand she is not in her right state of mind at times
I say it will be okay if we stay strong
I dream he would leave us to be
I try to be a normal girl
I hope his heinous promises were false
I am damaged yet victorious
I am the Jaded Angel
These are my poems
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Dripping Rose
PoetryPoetry of a Jaded Angel WARNING POSSIBLE TRIGGERS FOR SOME DEEP, DARK POETRY DO NOT PRECEDE IF YOU ARE UNSTABLE AT THE MOMENT PLEASE THANK YOU
