Sins Poem by miranda elizabeth
Sins
My depression is tattooed up and down my wrist
In scars set deeper then the skin
Pullin pain out with a knife
Carving out the sin
With a razor and some well spoken words
I say good bye to this world I used to know
As blackness settles over me
i give into its flow
Behind doors made of glass
Hoping no one will see what I do
Into the cold voids of my soul
never to return into thr world i was born into
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