Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 18, 2013


by Tia

Pinned down.
Heavy breathing.
Cold steel.
Silence screaming.
Burning sensation.
Blood dripping.
Deep cuts.
Pain gripping.
Ripped clothes.
Quiet struggle.
Tears streaming.
Thunder rumbles.
Bruised skin.
Shattered mind.
Running away.
But falling behind.
Progress made.
Day by day.
Feeling better.
Thanks to my blades.
Haunting nightmares.
Tear soaked pillows.
Struggling for reality.
That's how my life goes.

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