This is bitter luck that never turns out alright. This day is a little screwed up, and I bleed the same. If I hurt then it’s not the best for anyone. If your alright, then I won’t be fine. I’m feeling nothing on this shattered outside. If your cut, then I’ll bleed so deep. I could use these new scars. I could bleed so much for us. I’m in my most highest state of mind. I’m in the weakest state of health. When I’m yelling at myself. With nothing much to say. I can change my ugly ways, But I don’t know if I could believe again. Only when I’m at my worst. Is when I fall to the ground. I can shut my eyes, And never see again. Because I’m tired of looking at these horrible things. I’m still trapped in this violence called my reckless life. I now know that you always let me down, and now I know I’m going down. It hurts to notice the good days because there are very few of them left. I was put on this world to hurt from my head to my toes. I was faced with these troubled thoughts and they won’...
Life and Poetry
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