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Red canvas

The silver catches the light, the edges piercing the skin
How can I stop if I can't battle the Demons within? 
The porcelain canvas now painted red, 
The pain is numbing as I'm already dead.
They tell a story, each mark represents a chapter
But the book is unfinished, I don't know why, Unsure to the answer.
The thought off death isn't as scary as most think,
As I'm scared off drowning, and I'm beginning to sink. 
The pain consumes me, life killing me slowly 
The future is no longer, as I can no longer be me.
The canvas is full and I've stopped fearing death,
And this is where it ends and I take my last breath. 
 

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Ella

awesome poem! can totally relate! well done

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Anna Gallone

Thankyou I'm glad people can relate to what I go through 

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Tony Taylor

Hey ANNA!!.......this was a VERY compelling read......adhering to the rhyme scheme and still conveying a well considered narrative line is not an easy poetic task......but you delivered it well.....with some VERY clever phrasing that brings to life the necessary imagery!!.........ALL STARS!!........well done dear poet sister......and......WELCOME to COSMO!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤

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Anna Gallone

Thankyou, poetry, for me, is a way to understand my history, a way to move on. I've put it out there for people to see they're not alone in what they are going through.

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