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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
Fourteen
by Emily

I cry 14 bloody tears
for my 14 bloody years
and I die 10,000 deaths each day.

My heart bleeds with pain
as i slowly go insane
from emotional wounds you've made.

And if you look into my eyes
you'll see I'm damaged inside
I can't weather any more years like this.

No one can save me, I can't even save myself
I'm barely hanging onto this shelf
and I've died in so many little ways.

at the end of the day

I cry 14 bloody tears
for my 14 bloody years
and I die 10,000 deaths each day.

 
 
 
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