Why is it I cry?
I feel the blood dripping from my finger nails,
I feel my eyes weeping liquid ruby,
My lips chapped with dried red.
My hair torn and ripped,
My eye lashes all torn their wishes used,
Scracthes scar my body from an accidental razor.
Skin paled out sunlight is to bitter,
Moonlight glimmers on my skin,
I feel invisible no glances come my way,
When you pass by.
Rip my heart from my chest,
Kiss my torn broken structure,
Leave me to enter an Eternal Dream.
Whisper to me one last time,
Listen to my screaming,
Hear me beg and plea.
Im still waiting, for you to understand.
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What is inside my very being.
Hello in this journal are very personal poems. Yes these are how I feel. Please dont pity me or feel sorry. Because you either dont care enough or are to late to even rescue me from this fate. :)
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ClaireRaissa SilentWitch
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My poem <3333
