I'm such a wreck
My bones are stained with sins
My soul is burning in hell
Bleeding to survive the pain
And to forget the night's misery
Soaked in regrets and tragedies
As I write my script with my flesh
Trying to rip my own heart out
And to shut myself down.
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PoetryI sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
