Look at you, you're full of ruin
Look at you, you're full of rust
Look at you, you are the monster
Betrayal leads to winding insanity
Trusting only gets me to broken bridges
Friendship comes with prices I no longer can bear to pay
Surrounded, full of my putrid air
The shattered pieces of my heart cut my sanity into shards
Bleeding is relief
Holding on to molten emotions
Bubbling up and breaking my innermost thoughts
Why hold on to volcanic ash?
It's acidic in my lungs
It's poison in my veins
It's so painful it burns, even to look at
I am a monster
Why must I cause this ruin?
What is my evil source?
I am a monster
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My Tragedies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
