Lost in tears and blood
Via Pinto
13 Jun, 2016 10:51 AMShe packed her bags with her sanity, because that was all that had remained; Through all her turmoils and troubles, that had left her poor soul, maimed. Her suitcase was etched with blood, that kept dripping from her slit wrist. It didn't distract her from running away, from the innocence she had missed. She held her suitcase in one hand, and carried her burdens in her head. She twirled around in her realm, till her angel found her dead.
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Post a Comment04 Oct, 2016 01:23 PM
Oh my gosh this is so deep! I would love to know the backstory to this poem. Amazing work