She walks a deserted plain
With cuts that go to the vein
And bruises that will never heal
And a child that will always feel numb as she pushes herself deeper into this dark hallway that has no torch to light the way
She begins to suffocate her shattered soul, tearing deep into the binds which held her whole. Do not worry she will be okay as she meets death beneath the water of which will drain into her bones scaring what's left of her. Making the Demons wild with agonizing screams to make her only dream of what she could've been. But she still and will only remain and a girl in the back of class that no one cares about.
STAI LEGGENDO
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoesiaAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
