You don’t understand my silence.
You don’t get my words
You won’t stop the fire.
You won’t hear my screams.
You ignore my fears.
In a silence so alone, I can hear my own blood rushing in my veins.
The silence is killing me.
How can you stand there and watch me bleed so easily?
Sometimes silence isn’t a way to avoid problems.
Sometimes leaving it to long can be the cause of all the problems.
Can you please break the silence?
If I tore my heart out
What would you do?
It’s been pumping darkness into my blood
It’s making me insane
If I held that wicked thing in my hand
What would you do?
It’s infected with the same poison
That infects your soul
When you look at me with that coldness in your eyes
Everything inside me dies
If I told you to take it away
What would you do?
The broken pieces stab my lungs
It gets hard to breathe
I can barely sleep
If I threw that black thing at you
What would you do?
I rather be without one
Than feel the ache in my veins
I’ve stopped crying tears
What’s the point when you can’t hear?
If I begged you to take it
What would you do?
Lately I’ve been sketching
My pain out on my arms
Blood ink and tattoo scars
If I asked you to fix it
What would you do?
I’ve been drowning in misery
Gasping for air
You watch me bleeding from a corner
We both know I’m a goner
I’ve been screaming for you in my sleep
Can’t you listen?
I’m sinking in this emptiness so deep
Won’t you save me?
If I tore out my heart for you
With broken piece of mirror
To take out a broken heart
If I held it bleeding in my hands
And gave it to you
What would you do??!!!???
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.My Addiction.
Poesía“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” ― Chuck Palahniuk. Some people are addicted to sadness, addicted to the pain of wanting something I can'...
