Broken wood and shattered glass,
Someone say how life shall pass,
Broken hearts and aching scars,
While I stand behind these bars,
When my scars fade away,
And my problems won't weigh,
I'll recut the skin every night,
I'll cut because I'm not alright,
Scars similar to night skies,
Deep blue with a spark,
Just like the dark,
Just like my eyes,
Don't ask me why,
Just hug me tight,
As we stand, eye-to-eye,
I will still not be alright,
I'll get another knife,
But i won't end my life,
I'll just leave marks,
While my heart just harks,
For me to forget,
That's a life bet,
I'll always have reminders,
Which will not have finders,
Depending on current mood,
Not nice, neither rude,
My face, half a flesh, half bone,
Don't look at me when i groan,
Don't touch my scars, they sting,
Just like a bell, they ring,
I like the sight of blood so much,
I cringe at the thought of a touch,
Broken wood and shattered glass,
Someone say how life shall pass,
Broken hearts and aching scars,
While I stand behind these bars.
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Inside-outs & where-abouts
PoetryHello everyone, this is a collection of poems which I wrote by myself. I don't know if you guys will like it but I hope you do. Please do not copy one of them, if you want to repost anything just tell me or atleast give me credit for it. Xoxo, nour...
