They say the heart is a muscle
But such a muscle is destined to disaster
Self repair of each molecule
Caused by gruesome events
Showcased wounds covered in their own.
Each break and cut lead to scars
Of a healthy heart, oh so vurnerable.
To the walled up fort, oh so sorrowed.
"Give it away
Repair it back
Scar up the walls
Stay closed within
Bleeding wounds filling to top
Drowning the soul inside."
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese 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...
