It feels like you're putting salt in my cuts,
this is all your fault,
always putting on band aids on my wirsts till I ran out,
getting fixed with a doubt,
you ask me if I'm best for you I'am not the best for you then you are stuck,
I always feel like my body was ran over by a truck,
I'am your damage and longer can't manage,
I have wounds to bind with a messed up mind,
once our heart were intwined and always meant to be twined,
until you decided to unwind,
you can't fix my heart with no tricks, I got enough of your kicks,
you had enough slips and trying to look for no longer working tips.
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoesíaThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
