It is as if someone shoved their way into your chest,
their fist clenches around your heart,
they purposefully twist their hand,
the pain feeling much worse,
you feel a great tear,
and watch in horror as it is ripped out,
they stomp on the organ.
but instead of dying,
you'll keep on living,
a forever gaping hole there,
knowing that oh so painful feeling.
the constant reminder of how you once had a beating heart,
but now all that is left is the emptiness in your chest.
Only the wound upon your very skin does not fade to a scar,
instead it continuously slowly bleeds
and bleeds.
Until there is nothing left.
YOU ARE READING
GIVE YOURSELF A TRY
PuisiMy poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming tra...
