My crown isn't held up by a halo, no part of me in angelic. It wasn't earned with purity, it was earned through the spilling of my own blood. Through battle damage and silenced cries, I made it through those nights. I killed myself a thousand times each night I finally closed my eyes, for this crown. This tainted crown of life. I fight suicidal thoughts every day to say I earned this crown. No one that holds it after these battles comes untainted from the harsh reality that is the world we live in. But some of us continue to win this crown day after day in the hopes that one day it will end.
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Emotions of the Emotionally Unstable
PoetryEvery one of these tell a story about me. Every one of these convey emotions I've had. This is nothing more than a collection of memories and a place to hide away my emotions.
