Trash Junkie

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Copyright, Trash Junkie

This poem is about my ex-girlfriend, who was a self-harmer and my first love. It’s meant to give hope, not make people depressed.

My pristine queen’s skin is broken,
Her eyes are spilling tears,
For she holds knowledge that can’t be spoken,
Nameless everlasting fears.

Let me hold your monochrome hand,
We both know this world will never be bright,
But together it needn’t be so bland,
So walk with me into the night.

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