Poem By katie taylor

My life is turning over again,
and one again it's no better.
I'm breaking the skin, shedding the blood,
And my heart is turning black with every tear I cry.
The skin is broken, the blood is shed.
My heart is black, withered and dead.
There's no turning back now.

Counting how many turns I've taken,
It's impossible to count up half.
The numbers keep adding up
but yet it doesn't feel right..
The skin broke the day of his death.
The skin keeps breaking.
The tears fell to the floor when he was born.
There's no saving me now.

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