Twelve Years Trying to Patch Up My Soul
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Poetry
My blue eyes look so drained,
But I’m strong, I’ll make it through.
It’s time to start it all again,
A different shade of blue,
Tear drops that fell one thousand times,
All conflicted from the start,
Worth less to me, than your brutal attempt,
To rip my world apart,
Violent waves of self destruction,
Come as quick as they leave,
Losing any chance to regret,
Who I choose to please,
Blue eyes burnt red, from the dope smoked
To forget,
I’ve spent twelve years trying to patch up my soul,
but its not fixed yet,
I had to build up brick walls,
to protect the broken girl of your design,
Self sabotage, self harm, self hate,
Key traits of the girl I’m trying to
leave behind.
My blue eyes look so drained,
But I’m strong, I’ll make it through.
It’s time to start it all again,
A different shade of blue,
Tear drops that fell one thousand times,
All conflicted from the start,
Worth less to me, than your brutal attempt,
To rip my world apart,
Violent waves of self destruction,
Come as quick as they leave,
Losing any chance to regret,
Who I choose to please,
Blue eyes burnt red, from the dope smoked
To forget,
I’ve spent twelve years trying to patch up my soul,
but its not fixed yet,
I had to build up brick walls,
to protect the broken girl of your design,
Self sabotage, self harm, self hate,
Key traits of the girl I’m trying to
leave behind.
Date Published
March 13, 2026
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