He's the one who made me cut,
He's the one who made me bleed.
No one dare say his name,
But everyone knows it just the same.
If I were to die,
I would have lived my life.
I was broken,
Then fixed,
Then broken again.
No one knows.
The pain and the shame.
Now that I'm left again,
I'll show the world more skin.
You will see bone,
And inside nobodies home.
She's dead inside,
So try again,
You'll get the same results then.
Everyone knew she was alone,
But no one helped, so nobodies home.
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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...
