I hold in my hand
The stained blade
I don't know which is worst
The blood or what you say
Does anything matter anymore?
Do you even care?
Will you start loving me
If I was no longer there
When you see me cry
I make up a lie
Something along the lines of "I'm fine"
I cannot win
The pain in your eyes would kill me
I'll take the defeat
Over hurting you any day
And in some way
We could be the same
A slice to my heart
I need to get used to this feeling
But I don't know where to start
Don't promise me the world
You know how bad it can get
If you do make a promise
Make it true
Promise me a better ending
Without you
I want to forget the best memory
My tears are made of bullets
I'm only hurting myself
And we both know it
I'll find my own way
I don't want to burden you
With my problems
I'll masquerade my emotions
Elegant and not showing
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
