Emotional substitutes
that just don't get it.
A mirror smashed,
a damaging soul,
dumbfounded in a blazing
turmoil, it shudders leaving her
with faint gashes and slits
that lacerate her skin.
When she bleeds they pretend
not to notice,
they pretend it isn't
their fault.
Their clothes just don't fit,
a match forced to wander.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
