Ribs splinter, a symphony of pain,
Your name, a curse, a blood-stained chain.
Heart tears itself, feeding on dread,
Veins drained dry, a love that bled.
Brain twisted, thoughts scream,
Madness unleashed in a wretched dream.
Craving devolves into a sickened plea,
Begging for release, but you won't set me free.
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Sixteen Verses: Echoes of a Teenage Soul
Poetrymy third poetry book of the age series. it's basically my life in poems, the life of a mentally ill teenage girl. (I'm healing)
