bloody poetry

Why bloody poetry doesn't it hurt to release who you are

When tears turn red 

When your thoughts never turn any heads

Because no one hears words unsaid

But i heard that from the dead

Guy

Who sat at the edge of my bed 

Who stared at himself in the mirror

And saw that this bloody poetry had turned his eyes red

Its funny because i could see myself in him as I got nearer

And at that moment i never saw myself clearer

This poetry has paved a way for my thoughts to come

Cant you hear them

 

Funny how bloody poetry me has empowered me

To become who i need to become 

 

 just to move on

 

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