I have healed enough to breathe
But not enough to see
And not enough to hear
The things you tell behind my bask
I know those all ,
I never lost track
My heart an emotional sack
Wants u back
You are nowhere,
I can't accept the fact
I have done that in anger on you
Destroyed all myself,
I am left very few of me
And I set fire to you ,
All that remains of you now is
Memories, so beautiful and some scar's debris
And your blood on my sweater ,
Reminding me of the night when I cried and I cried
Not of the pain , but of the crime I did.
Love , a crime , now I am prisoned in my heart's lid.
Replaying the sins , I did.
But I was just a kid ,
Blinded by pain ,
When I wrapped my hands around the knife.
All my love converted to a strife.
Lifeless on the ground ,
You and me.
With her,
EmperorOfTheRomans
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Poetry𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.