I will be the architect of my own destruction,
The instrument of my demise
These hands, that have seen blood and
Thick, unyielding pain
Will be the ones to tie the
Noose around my neck.
This heart, that has known breaking and
Whole, unconditional love
Will be what makes those hands
Cut the rope.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
