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A bloodstream full of tragedy,
I'm a walking travesty.
Bones created out of despair,
I often wonder whether I'm beyond repair.
A mind full of sadness and skin full of poison,
the desolation within me has arisen once again without reason.

Is this supposed to have a rhythm to it? I like the first two lines, but the other four don't share the flow of the lines. This has some really good potential, you should add onto it. Thank you for sharing!

Very moving! Free verse? It does feel it wants to be expanded, added to, as Aparsons suggested.