For my healing wounds
Have been opened again
For the cycle
Has started all over again
Seeking the past
Has made a mess
For I'm not ready
For history class
How dumb can I be
To think I could have muscles to fight it through
To seek a healing
But it only made a bigger wound
For bleeding to death
Is what I have left
For my heart is open
And is making a great mess
Vulnerable is unbearable
Is unthinkable
Is death
For I am left open
So the demons can has a bliss
So they have fun
And harden my soul
I'm ending it
I'm starting all over
Stitching myself
All over
Again
It has repeated
Again
It has destroyed
What dignity I have left
Is unknown
Goodbye is one word
While hell is all over
So I have fallen
And now I'm starting all over
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
