Tag: Pain

Poetry drips out.

I have scars


Every inch

Of my skin

From battles

That can have

No winners

Only, survivors

And poetry


Out of

Each of these scars

Like blood

Bleeding me dry

Of all the pain


Healing me.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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The Mask.

To Rafat, never stop being crazy. Her mask of happiness Is starting to melt The stars in her eyes Are losing their twinkle And her crown of flowers Is withering and dying. Her sorrow, is beginning To drip, through The cracks in her lips And, … Continue reading The Mask.