Painting of Pain

Poem by: Pink Sky

Summary

They didn't ruin me.

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Submitted: February 24, 2017

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Submitted: February 24, 2017

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Painting of Pain

 

My heart has been ripped to s h r e d s

And it's impossible to mend this mess

So I give its pieces away

My chest becoming emptier by the day.

Soon, all that will be left

Is blood pooling between my breasts

I'll use it as ink

To sign my masterpiece

My sadness, my emptiness

They didn't ruin me

They turned me into a beautiful painting of pain.

 

-P i n k S k y-



© Copyright 2017 Pink Sky. All rights reserved.

Painting of Pain

Status: Finished

Genre: True Confessions

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Summary

They didn't ruin me.
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