The girl who took her knife,
And ended her own life.
The girl who gave up hope,
She's at the end of her rope.
That girl will always be a part of me,
Broken, lost, and waiting to be set free.
I hope one day I can release that pain,
And finally experience life again.
The person who I was,
And the person I've become,
Nothing alike,
But at the end of the night,
We are one in the same.
I try not to look back,
I try to avoid the past.
I try to ignore all that has happened,
And become someone better.
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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...
