(Night
Sculpted with scars
Painted with darkness within
With wind as your guilt)
Night
Sculpted with growth
Kissed with stars
With paint of memories across it's sky
Wind as it's time
(Hollow breath fills the eerily silence
Loud voices within, blading your heart into pieces
with voices of yours, blaming and guilt
with mind being caged within)
laughter fills in the air
memories and nostalgia rising with you
Eyes shining bright with excitement
As you're hugged in blissful sleep
(Ever sewed scars to your skin?
To remind you of what you did?
Ever forced yourself to cry?
To squeeze out your heart alive?)
Ever focused on smiling through?
Reminding yourself you're grateful and gifted?
Ever forced yourself to not cry?
So as to cherish the last fleeting moments of life?
(When did you started to enjoy
Killing yourself with pain
When did it became so frequent?
Chipping away the shine in you?
filling it with blood of your remains?
Hoping and killing the igniting light?
When did it became this way?)
Time had to come, to leave this world
Gripping the warm feeling inside, till you turned to stone
It has to be this way, no questions asked
The light will burst, shine highest for last time
Seeing through everyone's doing with smiles
(A devastating goodbye)
A pathetic Goodbye
(*never stays the same*)
Already killed themselves
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Candid Heartstrings
PoesieThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
