By murderedhearts_bloodofevil2

Ostracized from the world,
I sit here and I cry…
I cry thinking about who I've become.
I think about the horror in my life,
and the blame that's put on me.
I put my family to shame,
and I am a disgrace.
The things I've been through had made it this way.
I am an outcast,
but I am is their worst nightmare.
I kill them like they killed me,
they have ripped out my heart.
They stabbed it, slaughtered it, and sucked out my soul.
I bleed until I stop cutting, but I
C.ut U.ntil T.hey S.top.

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Copyright 2020 murderedhearts_bloodofevil2
Published on Wednesday, July 29, 2020.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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  • JensGoneMad On Thursday, July 30, 2020, JensGoneMad (42)By person wrote:

    Thank you for sharing. Not always easy

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