The shadow above
payment for my sins.
Like a broken dove
with clipped wings.
I'm breaking inside,
no bandages can heal.
The very things I hide,
the things I feel.
My heart's made
of shattered glass,
the price to pay
for holding onto the past.
Memories full of pain
never letting me forget
the days when it rained
over the sunset.
Pieces of my broken heart
cut me like sliver blades,
pierce my flesh like a poisoned darts
leaving me in pain for days.
Cry myself to sleep quietly,
so they won't find out.
That something's wrong with me,
can't scream or shout.
Don't want to tell anyone
that I want to just die,
alone in the corner, spent and done.
Cause then they would know
That I'm broken inside.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoetryThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
