I cannot bleed;

So instead my soul does so for me,

It spills the words I cannot speak,

The thoughts that clog my unfiltered mind;

It oozes out the unwanted emotions, thoughts, and demons,

Demonsthat reside in my head where they drive me i n s a n e,

Insaneto the verge of breaking down;

So I bleed the words I cannot speak,

And call it poetry.

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In which I attempt to string words together and call it poetry in hopes of touching, or in the least, entertaining, the reader.

if you are triggered by any of these: abuse, rape, feminism, sexuality, suicide, depression, eating disorders, etc. you have been warned, proceed at your own risk.

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© 2016 by Madia Abdulla.