I was just 8 when she took a piece of my soul
I kept my eyes covered and live on
I was happy until I was not
I was living a half , constantly looking and grieving
Never knowing why
I was just 18 when he took a bigger piece of my soul
I kept my eyes covered and live on
I was happy , surrounding myself with prayers and Jesus
Until I was not , realizing I was just a ghost of myself
I cursed God , turned to reasons and science
My eyes were wide open and my soul was infected
It was liberating to tend my infected soul with iodine and bandages
It stings but pieces that were stolen from me is coming back together again
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Coughing Up Black Vile
PoetryPoetry of Human Emotions : Despair , trauma , sadness , depression , some happiness , and pure ugliness.
