Her hands start to write
Pleading to save her soul
Wishing to be alright
But only to be eaten alive by this hole
She wants to write using her pen
But the tears became her ink
Tainting her soul all over again
Drowning her until she sinks
Demons are running
Angels are crying
For the angel lost
A soul inside this holocaust
A lost soul
Who lost its goal
Searching for answers
To get out from her abusers
She's screaming and wailing
She's slowly falling
Into an obscure galaxy
Where reality becomes her worst fantasy
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Fragmented
PoetryShe was once a whole A beautiful piece That once builds a home But now she's a broken masterpiece ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still a working progress just like this book I hope you'll understand if I...
