Bandages don't fix broken hearts
And sorry cannot heal the dead
I wish you can come to know this
So that we can live honestly
For your lies overwhelm me
Yet I am made to listen to them
Like a broken record
Over and over again.
❤️.
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles Of My Mind
PoetryWith the gaping void inside of my heart, I lift my pen and splatter its ink. Letters, words, sentences and paragraphs. Emotion too immense to utter, seeking empathy, the tears fall one by one, then oceans. A poem- the result of such melancholy.
