I can see myself in a broken reflection
The lies and deception confirmed my imperfection
I comfort in violence as my soul suffered in silence
I can see myself in the darkness
The madness grows as I'm beaten to nothing
I'm not, I'm suffering
Losing what I had to help pick myself back up from the pain
But one by one they cast their hate at me.
Is there no salvation?
I suffered the violence and cried in the silence
As I cut myself way suffering in the bloody silence.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my torn Soul
PoetryI saw you for the first time,and fell head over heels for you For what seemed like forever we got to know each other Only for me to find out the truth, I've been used for the hell of it I kneel to the floor of my room, take out my knife and begin to...
