i struggle to express my actions,
incapable of flowing it through a healthy state,
in which i would only hurt others despite a certain reflection,
sometimes wondering as to why this is my fate.
i walk away leaving my loved ones with a bruise,
without noticing i was capable enough of doing so in the first place,
asking for nothing else but a truce,
hoping life would explain as to why my mind is in such a case.
please, dear mind, stop being such a burden,
scarring others with blood and pain,
to not only me but others whom are uncertain,
because this not only scratches yet leaves me nothing with a gain.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
