A soul
My soul
Clumisly stitched together
By a child's hand
Pretence of happiness
Until I look
Down
See they were
Make pretend
See the wound
Open
Blackened edges
Dying flesh
Rotten
Feel the sorrow
Bleeding out
Drown in its depths
Stitch it up
Again
Again
Again
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Ramblings Of A Teenage Girl
PoetryJust my rough utterings and ideas as an insecure teenager really. So exciting. I don't know why I'm doing this tbh
