Without any tears running down her cheek,
You'd think she wasn't in pain anymore...
You'd think she had gotten over it,
But did you take a look at her wrist?
She sat without speaking,
But inside she had been defeated.
So hurt that all she felt was this unexplainable numbness
She sat with no expression on her face.
Her heart seemed to have been out of place
Had it stopped beating?
Just how numb was she?
Ignoring the burning fresh scars on her wrist...
That was her letter with a twist
Pencils equals razors
And the paper was her wrist.
YOU ARE READING
Listen To My Broken Heart
PoesiaThis is a poetry book i don't mind anyone reading but I think emos, goths, sadists etc would be able to relate more. This book has nothing to do with my personal life as much as it may be non-fiction, i also would love to get your feedback negative...
