Crashing down, waves like a rolling thunder,
Her chest caved in from a thieves plunder,
Shredded in paper, turned to ash,
Conflicting harmonies come to clash,
Hole in chest, soul shredded apart,
The missing echo of a crumbled heart,
Darkened clouds ahead of the storm,
From her stolen innocence, darkness was born.
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Ash and Roses
PoetryPoetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and move on yadada. So this is about abuse, self harm, depression and mental illness. I've had a bit happen to me but hey not everything is that...
