Murderer
I’d died, long time ago. Still remember how I took my own life I looked at myself in the mirror I looked at my face My eyes My nose My lips I looked at my hair My neck My cheeks I looked at my bony shoulders My breast My skin I took my life and offer it to others around me I gave them my light My smile My hopes I gave them all I had So they would grow Now, I’m just soulless I forgotten how to breath I forgotten who I was And what were my dreams When I look at the mirror I don’t see the person I used to see She’s looks much older skinnier As fragile as can be
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ReplyDeleteYou will emerge from your hurt, pain, and grief. A wounded tender heart can heal tempering the pain with a scar and memories that do not leave. But somewhere somehow I wish for you to leave a tiny safe place in your heart for hope and belief in possibility
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