My tears turn red
As they drip down on my wrist
Crying for the past
Is a mastered art
The future shatters me
While the past haunts my memories and triggers
These scars
They are smirks
Just like the one he gave
Epitomes create me
Endless roads of connected tourcher lead me right to one purpous
The end
I'm sorry if I'm dark
And I'm sorry if I disappoint
But he took the good away
The joy that used to glow off of me
Darkened by his lies
His trickery
I stay here
Forced to live a hell
Where I am reminded every day
Of reasons why I should be gone
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
