Perfection feels like a disaster
Positivity feels like the road
The road to death
Holding a pen is not reliving it
My pain cant be described in blue
In black in red or in green
Music feels like noise
Memories feel like torture
Happinesses feels like a trap
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NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
