A piece of paper
Can never be the same
No matter how hard you try
To put it back together
Or when it is crumpled
It will never be perfect again
Two forces pulling
At you from both sides
Tearing you apart
Limb by limb
Helpless as you deal with the pain
Ripping you to shreds
And leaving you alone and broken
Until they return to crush you
And punish you in anyway
No matter the cost
I am a paper
Not a perfect paper
A torn one
A crumpled one
A burnt and tainted paper
That can't be the same again
For all the hurt leaves it's creases
And sometimes
You are going to have to deal
With those creases and rips
Living with the scars
Of the pain from long ago
Still there deep within
Torn between reality
And the world of nightmares
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
