I have ink in my pen, it’s called emotion writing out my heart to an extent of no return.
It is my blade to my wrist, ink instead of blood, dripping out of my heart,screaming out.
containing nothing but pain agonizing, pain
that you caused me ironically helping me to succeed
so yes thank you but please stay away.
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Author:
leaf_in_the_breez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was dedicated to he who has tried to hurt
- Category: Family
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