my tears,
they shine,
so bright,
with my pain.
I felt so cut off from your love,
that my heart was starving,
but then I realised there was no love left,
to give.
so now I'm trying to wean myself,
off this painful addiction,
this forever unsatisfied craving.
Now I'm living in a straight jacket,
for I can't touch,
can't hold you or kiss you.
even my words are limited to what I can say.
My bloody red hands are bound tight,
with the barbed wire you used on me.
They were wound around your words,
that you fired at me,
my tears do nothing but show you,
everything inside me.
Are you laughing right now?
Do you find this funny?
You cried afterwards,
but who were you crying for?
why should you have tears,
you were the one who did this,
you have no love thats crushing you down,
trying to strangle you,
trying to beat your heart to a bloody pulp.
So tell me,
my FRIEND,
why are you crying?
YOU ARE READING
Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
