She lined her big, tragic eyes with black
Like the way her heart was lined with cracks.
Her wrists were torn and bloody at the seams,
And her thoughts were all raging, agonized screams.
Her soul was utterly shattered like no other;
Fragmented glass shards cut into those around her.
So she distanced herself and shut herself in
And nobody saw the broken soul within.
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PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
