Words kept under my pillow
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  • Parts 95
  • Time 1h 26m
Ongoing, First published Jan 29, 2022
I looked at the butterflies surrounding my body 
They smiled and decorated my skin with their wings 
They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true 
They feared that fire might englobe me whole and take me away from them so they buried me deep under the ground
I could see some smiles on their face while some cried but still smiled at the way they decorated my body with flowers and petals 
The butterflies learned to kiss my bones so that I don't feel alone 
They knew I would feel lonely all alone 6 feet under but I knew they were just above me 
Planting flowers and plants above my grave 
They took care of the flowers while I could only see the thrones 
But nonetheless I smiled because I now knew I had someone caring for me
Even though I am gone and its already too long
The butterflies will take care of me
                                                            ~redinsoline









I saw myself visibility changing under your stares 
                                                                               ~her





 
Poetry book dedicated to people I once loved. 
For people who want to cry cause I sure did writing this







Do not copy my work. 
By redinsoline
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Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.