Strange glares
Lethal words
Fake smiles
Evil laughs
Spiteful hearts
Painful lies
That's all he gets
In this crappy life
He tris to fight
But the pain is real
So a blade he'll steal
Along with a knife
Both sharp and cold
Yet they'll save his life
His skin, like paper
Tatters away
When he caresses it with his blade
The cuts, they cry
With gleaming red liquid
That trickles out
More and more
Until he's not alive
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
