Broken pieces held by loose strings,
Blood emanate out of the stitches, decorating the sheets.
Bloodshot eyes wide open as I laid there
Tears rolls out, blood pours out but I don't feel anything.
This world has become black, gloom with no light for me to see.
I can't take this anymore, free me from everything.
If I close my eyes, will this pain fade away?
Oh save me,
How am I supposed to save myself when my broken pieces are held by loose strings?
— S.
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ENTRAPPED MIND, TANGLED SOUL
Poetryi tear open my heart and from there emerges buried poetries.
