I'm walking on a heart that I can't safely call my own
all of the dark words have fractured my bones
sticks and stone scrapped and screamed
but all they did wasn't hurt, but relieve
my membrane is throbbing and soaking all of the insane
my eyes hurt as they've been mopping up for days
red and black weave their way into my smile
and pronounce teeth that are battered and are vile.
a disfigured element, made like all the rest
just with the demon swimming in their chest.
my guts erupt and hang off the walls
leaving me numb, a silhouette calls
a deep dark cloud, not above nor below
he seeps of black that shrinks and grows.
a rotting new breath, dying at the young
when growls where once beauty that was softly sung -
depression kills in more ways that one
psychically yes, but my insides are gone.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
