There's a pain inside me where nothing lives but my broken hopes. I feel like crying but no tears come.
It hurts to breathe.
I need to cry it out but all that happened is the pain behind my face and above my throat.
There's another way though.
So I go to my closet and pull out my friend.
"Back again? I missed you"
It hisses.
It kisses my thighs
some deep some shallow.
I watch my skin cry as I wish to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PoetryMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
