she saved her last part of light
just to shine in dark times
now she's digging her grave
and needy slicing her wrists
freedom is all she wants
but she'll never call it suicide
but it's the past that's hunting her
and bruises she needs to hide
climbing the stairway of recovery
finally getting happy
but happy she ain't, definetely
she just sits there and cries
stop the fight
scared for the light
night after night
the crimson is everyones saviour
Comments
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that was an amazing poem please keep writing it's so inspiring
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how are you such a great writer i dont get it!? i hope i will be as good as you one day
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