
The pages of my journal
Are scarred with tears
The pages ripped violently
Free from the bindings
Holding my pains and sorrows
All the times I cried
And poured out my soul
Recorded in ink
Like sacred blood
The memories I’ve forsaken
Those I've banished
From the clutches of my mind
The fate of the pages
That I’ve ripped free
Will burn
The embers don’t discriminate
It all tastes the same
Savoring the sweetness
Of the lies and regrets
They cannot hurt me
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Kalista(), 4 months ago
i like :)