i find it so hard to trust you.
i fear the sight of blood,
blood from my own broken heart.
but a desire to be healed.
neglecting my own security,
leaving behind my own purity,
only to be yours when you needed me.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
