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Inked Solace Jan 2021
Drowning in my own tears
But I’m their only cause.
Depreciating according to Culture’s standards
Of a girl with no blemishes or flaws

My emotions have been put behind bars
My soul is dying behind this face
For while on the inside im in pain
All you can see is a woman of beauty and grace

People think that they know me
But they only know the ’me’ that I show
For the real me is not approved of by our society
Living my life on a self-inflicted death row
Inked Solace Dec 2020
when I asked if you were ok,
you hesitated

in your hesitation, I found my answer
~finally you waken unto the dream~
Inked Solace Dec 2020
all the time that we've spent,
all the things we didn't do

all the love that we showed,
all the hate that we showed too

all the shades of the sky we've seen,
every tint and every hue

all the laughter and all the joy,
all the struggles we suffered through

all these memories locked away
because now i'm losing you
sometimes the best memories are the most painful to reminisce on
Inked Solace Dec 2020
Some wounds have this peculiarity:
They may be hidden, but they never fully close.
Always painful, always ready to bleed when touched,
Delicate as a withering rose.

They remain fresh and open in the heart,
with every pulse and breath, pulling apart.

As you lay in your hospital bed,
hurting more than you can bare,
I'm sorry for all the times I gave up on you,
For all the times I wasn't there.
inspired by Alexander Dumas's "Count of Monte Cristo"

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