the days are blending
the nights are reoccurring
in this hollow hole i stay in
i'm alone with no one
i only feel numb
the only feeling that is vacant
is the bad ones
i wish to see the crimson red that
i have gotten addicted to
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the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
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the days are blending
the nights are reoccurring
in this hollow hole i stay in
i'm alone with no one
i only feel numb
the only feeling that is vacant
is the bad ones
i wish to see the crimson red that
i have gotten addicted to