My bleeding heart has been locked,
It's been on display.
It's been so long,
It's started to decay.
My face shows no expression,
For it has been a while.
My face isn't true,
Especially my smile.
My heart is broken in pieces,
I've been trying to put them back together.
It's taking so long,
It might take forever.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
