I am happy at times but, There is always a dark cloud following me. I try to ouch the darkness away with jokes, but the darkness is always waiting for me to return to its grasp. The lines of this drawing are like the pieces missing from me. The darkness has chipped away at me over the years and now there are many cracks and broken pieces. But although something may be cracked and broken it can still hold beauty within it.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
