My book holds my dire truth,
My pen never scared to write them down,
In this book lays the secrets to my insanity,
Secrets that made me thirsty for death,
Secrets that engulfed me till my soul left me.
My book tells stories of my darkest nights,
My pen never runs dry in nights like this,
These are the nights were I stab repeatedly till the blood gushes out,
The nights were my legs are controlled and my thoughts are tied.
My book pictures my gory death,
My pen reddish blue with bloodstained pages,
Hidden words, crumpled papers,
No one must see the pages.
~ Nusrah 💎
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