Thoughts going through my head
The monsters are hiding beneath my bed,
Mum and dad are dead,
Holding the knife you put through there hearts to see if there love would fall apart,
To make them feel how you felt,
After you heart was broken and got torn out,
Please god take this knife and turn the key for I am a little girl who has
Done nothing but sin and wanted to be left alone and is begging on her knees to go home.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll 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
