I am a witness to murder.
The murder of my own soul.
I watched as they dragged a knife across my heart
and flooded my mind with with their words full of venom.
Their venom had tinted my heart and mind.
I now wonder if I will ever be clean again.
Clean from my tinted thoughts.
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My Truth
PoetryIsn't it lovely the innocence of a child. They have a world that is pure and nothing more, but there are few who weren't able to experience that. There are various reason as to this very cause, some of them didn't have the chance to begin with and o...
