Tell me what you have left to love
Has your self fulfilling emptiness
Seeped into your bones
Reached your marrow
And instead of making more blood
It just made more empty spaces in yourself?
Are you even human anymore
You don't even bleed anymore
Or at least you don't show it
Because everything that hurt you
Only itched it's way under your skin
And festered like an infected splinter
But you still didn't bleed
You let each and every situation
Boil and toil
Grow and expand into black holes
So you can show the marks people left you
Gain sympathy
So they can never leave
Because god forbid they are the cause
Of those wicked wounds
But those wounds you were left
We're by cause of your own
Because sometimes it's good to let go
Rather than holding on
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts