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My smile has dissappeared,
My chest hurt and bleeds.
From the wound you gave me.
Your words cut like glass,
Stab like knives,
My chest, bleeding out.
I scream in pain but nobody hears.
I cry but nobody cares.
Why have I recived this punishment?
Please return my smile,
I want to be saved from this hell,
I want to be free.
Deeper and Deeper,
My wound is cut deeper.
Pain like pieces of broken glass
I want to be free,
From this world and freedom.
I want, to see what a would without this punishment is.
I'm sorry my dear brother,
For what I do can't change,
Even if I go.
Are you calling me a sinner?
I'm sorry my dear sister,
No matter what I do,
I can't turn back.
I want to go back,
To before I felt this way,
To before I got this punishment.
I'm sorry to the one who recives my punishment,
I am sorry that you must suffer the pain,
From broken glass that won't turn back.
If I caught in a lie or have a Stigma,
I hope you'll still understand
That I can't perform like before.
Don't call me a sinner
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My Poems
PoetryJust a place for an aspiring Poet to place the thoughts that pop into her lonesome mind. Don't worry, I'll do my best to not make you cry.
