Words hurt
Yet the blade cuts deep
Heart turned cold
Counting sheep
Martinez in my ears
Whos gonna throw a pity party for me
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Sharp Steel
Words hurt
Yet the blade cuts deep
Heart turned cold
Counting sheep
Martinez in my ears
Whos gonna throw a pity party for me