Ticks the clock
While I go young
Ticks the clock
Until I am dumb.
Track me down the dead path
Make me cry until I laugh
Making me stumble, making me lose grasp
Keep tracking until you finish the task.
Days keep on passing
But my sun hasn't shined yet
My mind has went into drain
Everywhere, there is storm and hail.
Your existence has made my life difficult
Your existence has made me feel life
You don't love me back and I know it stings
Still, I'd always thank you for existing.
I have been scathed before
The scars from last time are still fresh
This isn't the first time
But I know that this is the worst time.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
