Go on and hurt me,
Rip my heart out,
Break the rips holding it in,
Bruise me black and blue,
Like you did with words for so long,
Go on... hit me,
While the demons hold me down,
Everything you think to take is already gone.
Go on,
The demons have passed through,
Don't expect much more to break,
Because I ain't building anytime soon,
Make your havoc,
Break what more you must,
There's already so much work to do.
Go on, hurt this living soul,
Just like you didn't know.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
