• anagawrites 9w

    lie on the bed
    With a blade on my wrist.
    Eyes fixed on the ceiling,
    Questioning the power of God.

    A sleeping mind.
    A sobbing heart.
    A fearful soul
    And it is all up to me.

    "What the eyes don't see,
    the heart doesn't grieve over."
    Sometimes what the eyes don't see,
    The heart does grieve over.

    My soul is captured
    Into the darkness of the world.
    My delicate heart has grieved so much,
    That today I am leaving.
    ©anagawrites

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