Just waking up every morning takes all of the strength I never had...
There's a knife in my lungs, piercing me...
Nothing like this has ever hurt me so bad...
Through a cloud of gray, blind, I can't see.
It's like I'm breathing in smoke.
I can't fucking breathe,
Blinded by false hope,
I struggle to believe.
Just walking out the door for school,
It takes away all I have.
Knowing seeing him will only hurt some more.
Taking away what I never had in the first place.
The fire has consumed me,
Piercing my skin and burning my heart.
There's nothing left for me to be,
Just a pile of ashes and a broken heart.
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Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I wrote, covering several things I've went through in my life. Love, heartbreak, rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, cutting. Poetry is the best form of self expression. And I've been doing it for 5 years. So I guess it's time...
