I no longer cry, my soul bleeds.
The pain bubbles up and bursts.
My chest torn open and exposed.
My broken heart scatters.
My ribs exposed, my lungs deflate.
My guts spill, ruining the floor.
My flesh tears, blood pools.
How long can I bleed?
I can go so long, enduring the pain.
I want to tell someone. To be understood.
Too hard explain. How deep this pain is.
I wanna be held, my monster speaks.
Breaking feels like living.
Living feels like breaking.
I'm scared, my mind is so loud.
I want help. But refuse it.
I feel lost. Deserted, all alone.
My soul. It's bleeding again.
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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.
