How can you miss pain?
I ask myself as the stars appear
How can you miss the misery?
How can you miss lying on the floor, not knowing what to do?
How can you miss your hate?
I ask myself these questions
I'm suddenly on my own
I'm suddenly getting better
I'm suddenly waking up
The answers come to me like a bullet, they shot through my head and leave a mark that won't go away
They kill me
Because suddenly I realize that I'm an empty canvas and the evil brush dipped in a dark coloured paint was the only thing on me
Without the lines, so painfully written on me, without the dark colour covering everything I am, without any of it, I am just an empty canvas
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
