Tie the noose in a pretty bow,
Etch my skin with paint,
Dress a weed as a rose,
Call the shadows a saint,
Coat my heart in layer of stone,
Crumble memories to paper ash,
In this fate that I have sown,
And all that I have masked.
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Ash and Roses
PoetryPoetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and move on yadada. So this is about abuse, self harm, depression and mental illness. I've had a bit happen to me but hey not everything is that...
