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My heart is in knots twisted and turned breathing through locked spaces.

 she is suffocating I rephrase the she,I am suffocating living in a world of second persons just to make my self feel this poem isn’t bout me.

when I cry the same tears she cry I resurface the same vein she tells her self not to cut just to feel as  if I hold on longer maybe I too can be someone who is loved by someone else.

Trapped in darkness led upon trails of defeat and betrayal she pray to an unknown God she often wonders if he hears her pain he sees it but haven’t reached inside the grips of transgression to uncover her to save me.
Photograph her  as a written document for her crucifixion. love is her Demise holding on with bleeding hands as the pressure of the pain leaves her bitter and confused.
lost in a maze she never even knew she took a wrong turn inside, piece her back together find the pieces the world and love continue to walk over.

did you know she is now missing her joy is a reflection of her pain this is her mask this is her life
in silence she tries to smile so the world feel as if she is ok but she has died I-am slowly dying.