It's not my heart it's my soul
My soul is bleeding and crying
And it hates itself
It can't stand being Itself
Every ounce of it wishes it was never created
Because it realized
That life comes with endless pain
But death
Only death will end it all.
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Author:
EbonySkies (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2018 13:03
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Sometimes pain creates something beautiful as a poem that helps others get through life. Death does nothing but cause pain to the people who cares about you.
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