I want to cut.
I want to bleed.
I can't stop crying.
I can't breathe.
I hurt so much.
I feel dead inside.
I can't run from,
what's on the inside.
I feel it in me.
The darkness hurts.
It's all my fault.
Now everyone else is hurt.
I want to be happy.
But at what cost?
Is it really worth it?
To get back what I lost.
I don't know how I feel anymore.
My eyes are blinded,
and my heart is sore.
How do I decide what to do,
When I can't even begin to choose?
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Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoetryA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.
