Your serrated words rip open my heart
Leaving trauma to bleed on the page.
The stain I leave can never wash away
For it haunts me endlessly.
A stain I wish you never could see,
But a stain that is bound to my soul.
You tried your best to stitch my wounds,
Yet, serrated, you rip them apart.
YOU ARE READING
Peer Into My Broken Heart
PoetryPoetry I personally write to help process my destructive environment.
