She laughs and she cries,
But she's broken inside.
She feels,
And she heals,
But how can you fix something so broken,
Her mind isn't open?
She bleeds when she cuts,
But she's still numb.
Lost the ability to feel,
She may never heal.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
