I have lost count of the years, although I know it still hurts.
Sometimes I wake up and the blood will be there again.
The burns dance on my skin and the flames seem to lick my body.
It feels real, it feels so real.
Make it stop, end this.
I do not want hope, or to heal.
I just want to feel numb.
You ask me how many centuries deep my wound is... I tell you an eternity.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
