I want to scream
War cry
Thrash and flail in the dark
To try and shed this permanent shell
The one that looks like her
Like a person
I long to rip and tear
At the world -
At myself -
Until everything is bloody and broken
Like me
There is an aching hole in my heart
A tear in my soul
And for the life of me
I can't seem to fill or mend it
The reason for it is beyond my comprehension
So I'm left to cope
Doomed to a lifetime
Of bittersweet torture
Every step away
Brings me closer to the edge
Will I find madness or completion?
I can't imagine which I prefer
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We Became The Mad Men
PoetryI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
