Pain is like a knife,
it stabs you right in your kind.
It breaks your walls
and shatters your bones
and pricks you for a dime
-Undated
Gosh this poem is so bad. I was going through my old notebooks and found it. I found more, too, and I will be posting them now!
YOU ARE READING
TURQUOISE
PoetryPoetry, except for the fact the writer isn't a poet. Still, who know? Maybe you'll like it. I put in a lot of effort, why not give it a try? Cover by @NattKuznetsov
