Poems from BaileyPage

We all go through traumas, writing was a way to cope.
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I sat alone ghastly and gaunt, Waiting for true love to come knocking on my pane. “It gets lonely here you know” I whisper to the quiet...
All I want is to be free. free of the demons that haunt my nights Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down. His face fades into place like...
She sits upon her broken throne, Crying out “is it worth it anymore?” The pain of life tearing her apart Sometimes being alive breaks her...
I’m not okay. I’m sitting on the bathroom tiles, Crying, Screaming, Hurting. The blade glides merrily across my arm, Slice Slice Slice. I’m...

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