A Suicide Habbit Poem by Blanche Hardin

A Suicide Habbit



Tearing apart a shadowed heart,
Mourning over my debt,
When will there be justice for the dead and the law to be set.
The scars run deep within my skin,
And the love blackened my heart.
The lies that have set in,
And they've ripped you apart.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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