Hushed into sorrow
Swollen up by guilt.
Every word that u say is nothing More than filth.
Your cries aren't necessary
Wait until your in pain.
I might too happy
And cut your pulmonary veins.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
Hush
Hushed into sorrow
Swollen up by guilt.
Every word that u say is nothing More than filth.
Your cries aren't necessary
Wait until your in pain.
I might too happy
And cut your pulmonary veins.
