Broken words thrown like knives
Tearing through my skin
Edges sharp with cold remarks
Slowly seeping in
Flooding my brain
And driving me insane
I want this life to end
Or maybe what I really want
Is for it to begin.
YOU ARE READING
Broken.
PoetryThis is simply a place for me to put my poetry. All poems are written by me unless stated otherwise. Contains content that may be triggering
