I could hear
the sound
of my heart
slowly breaking.
It's so loud
it rips off the flesh
of my skin.
Pieces of it
wants to escape
my chest
my ribs
are being sawed
violently.
My whole body
cries with pain
that comes
from within.
The cure
will hurt so much
so I have
no choice
to let the hurt
be poured
into my system.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
