One mistake
I put my life at stake
To watch that knife
Tear my skin
Watch the blood trickle out
No this is not fake
I'm sure you wish,
That i didn't find bliss
In my own dark abyss
But this bliss
Is my only love
My only hope
I'm done crying out!
Done looking for help!
For when I find it,
It slaps me in the face!
Makes me lose my pace!
Just get off my case!
I need some space
These scars are mine
You chan't change my mind
Stop wasting my time!
Your words are hollow
Worry about your own sorrow
For you,
There's still tomarrow.
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Poet
Darkness sets upon some who often try to hard to seek that light. And when one becomes accustomed to that dark it seems like Hell has captured theor soul. But we are only human in a fragile world of many fragrances. Write on poet.
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