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My heart is broken

Poetry By: leleena
Young adult

my heart is dead

Submitted:Sep 4, 2007    Reads: 106    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The darkened cuts that gather here,

Burn my soul and stay always near,

My heart hurts with aching grief,

The blood on my hands is my chief,

I am ruled by pain and hate,

But now I've realized it's too late,

My body's scarred my humor bent,

Going to hell would be heaven sent.


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