A bloody art
Inside me, there was an ocean of sorrows
Swallowed pain, couldn't count the number of days
I wasted on trying to win
The battle against self
O darling, it was you
In the broken mirror
all I saw just a faded reflection of you.
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
