The pain seeping through the haunting blood,
Humming it's way through my pale skin.
My endeavours to hurt myself again stood,
And I have feelings and madness bearing me again, akin.
I am here again,
The same stop,
I usually travel far from,
Then come back to feel this shitty again.
It's somebody,
But I think,
It is mostly me.
I give the pain to myself,
Then release the bearing heart from it,
By giving myself a release again.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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