i keep the daggers in my body.
everyone looks at me like i'm broken,
like i'm some hobbled being that's completely wreaked.
maybe i am,
it doesn't really matter in the end
i keep these daggers in,
because if i took them out,
i wouldn't survive.
so yes it hurts like hell,
but i have to keep them in,
so i don't bleed out.
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the beauty of darkness
Poetry'why is it that i'm drawn to the darkness,' 'you almost saved me, but in the end, i was too far gone" a poetry book that explains all the things i never know how to say. i hope you can understand me after this. [#3 deeppoems 2/5/21] [#1 deeppoetry 1...
