I sit here, anger anger anger all around me. Unable to think, speak , unable to be.
Lost in my thoughts you make me bleed, Even after i aborted your seed.
Tables and tables filled with notes, all about you, once a lover, now a ghost.
Blessed are the broken, who heal with pain, if only I can remember a time when I was sane.
Suicide crosses my brain, once, twice, oh does it all feel the same?
Sick to my stomach to the thought of you, carved arms, look what you made me do.
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DarkAngelCee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A series of my past and how I am learning to cope.
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