I'm 16 and poetry is my way of escaping reality, a coping mechanism if you will. A lot of my emotions are released through poetry, its the only insight anyone will probably ever get into the workings of my mind.
When crystal teardrops fall from my eyes.
No turning back now
I hold my soul in my hands
Ready to hand it over to the demons that await me in every corner
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~Out the Fire~
The face of the planet burrowed beneath
I’ve had enough
My thoughts will not keep
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Love,
So bad it hurts
Loving that which is forbidden
That love that belongs to another
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