If you could read my mind,
You would see papers with broken
Poetries, mournful pieces and unfinished stories
Of some kind.
If you could read my eyes,
You would see shattered dreams
And hear horrible screams.
Blood stained words scribbled on my bed,
Which are all the time ringing in my head.
If you read my heart
You would find a bleeding soul and a nervous me,
A character you wish I never become.
If you read me,
You would find a book,
That you never wish to touch or read.
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