I felt the pain become clearer, like a blade slowly spliting me apart. I cant run, not again. Im scared. They try to take the blade out but it just makes it worst. More bleadind, leaving me broken, hallow. It hurts them to, but they dont understand. They dont understand that every time they pull the blade out it comes back more jaged and poisoned. It slowly kills me but i wont give up. I love the one who is killing me, even after all these years. Like the crow it nether leaves. The pain always finds me. It just gets worst. Even if you pull the blade out i will nether heal wright. I will always be scarred, broken.
Forever.
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Poems
Teen FictionUm.. An odd colections of poems and rants an half letters that i wright after an epiphany about my fucked up mind
