She is just a young girl
With nothing but a
Broken smile
Looking for a way out
But all she finds is nothing
Other than no light
Yet, she's hurting inside while
Drowning in her own filled eyes
Still gets desperate
cause she can't get out
Tries to heal her scars
With more cuts,
But it does nothing
But more harm
She now found a way out
In a better place to start
A place where
The bloody open scars
Won't make no harm,
Cause now she found refugee
Nowhere but in a gun
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The power of poetry
PoetryHeyyy, so these are poems I wrote myself. I am used to write whenever I'm bored, due to the fact that writing is my passion, not to mention how much I love poetry So here I leave you some of my work, I am just longing for you to be related to so...
