Ofcourse I could not tell her,
That last night blood dripped from the cut on my wrist—
To the floor.
Painting it in a crimson hue.
I could not tell her,
I cried long enough for me to almost faint.
I could not tell her,
That I wrote my last letter with her name on it.
I could not unveil the secrets the night holds for me ;
I could not.
So-
I told her a lie;
Woven by my mind with the thread of words carefully selected,
By a devastated mind.
-Scar
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The Storm Within
PoetryThe Storm Within is the reflection of my inner mind. It is an escape from the realm of the living to the realm of feelings. It is a compilation of the chaos that silences the storms in my heart.
