Our cuts are matching,
Covered in the bandages they used to heal our wounds,
Our souls are attaching,
I'm latching onto something that feels my pain, you.
Our scars line up,
Like the stitches that cover our wrists,
Our eyes reflect the same fears,
Can we ever be fixed?
Our bones are hollow,
Like the feeling in our chests,
We crave tomorrow,
But give up on the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: A Tour Through My Mind
PoetryFull of the feelings I can't explain in any other way. I hope they help you to read just as much as they help me to write. Welcome to the tour! Thank you. #83 in poetry 6/22/2015
