poetry is my way of bleeding
silently pleading to be heard
emotions written down in words
my pen as the blade, smoothly slices across the paper
as a crimson river of words flow across it

poetry is my way of bleeding
a simple way of intellectual breathing
only needing to be alone
feel stone colod, yet so numb
my thoughts a tranquilizer that make me feel so dumb

internal breathing
emotional feeding
a special meaning
poetry is my way of bleeding
 
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