They are like battle wounds,
From the battle,
That rages deep inside,
Sometimes you win,
But mostly you lose,
You make a cut,
For every battle you've lost,
The tally marks for defeat,
And the flawless skin for a win.
Every battle just brings more,
Instead of none,
You keep losing this war,
Instead of winning,
There isn't much room left,
For another lost battle,
Most of your body is already covered,
With the looses of the past.
This new battle,
Was the most difficult,
And the biggest defeat,
You take the knife yet again,
And instead of another tally,
You slit your throat.
You can now finally rest in peace,
Knowing that finally,
The war is over.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
