oh but why do the knives have to dig so deep into my back,
that I cannot move because I'm scared my heart will stop beating.
oh and why do the wounds have to bleed like rivers,
that I feel parched of life and drained of emotion.
oh and why do I feel hands around my neck and a force crushing my chest,
that I cannot breathe and my heart stops beating.
oh but why,
why did you have to go and break my heart.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoesíaRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
