I would rather tear off my skin then leave you
I would rather rip my heart then hurt you
I would rather end my life than scar you
I wish I was the one who saved you
Your knight in shinning armor
The one who kissed your shattered pieces
And told you I loved you.
But I'm the one who left you
And hurt you
And gave you scars even if your finger drew them
I was the one who made you doubt yourself.
I know now that I would walk on broken glass
With edges so sharp
they spill my soul and leave me scattered
Then let you feel alone and sad
But now it's too late
Now I'm at your funeral
With a tear stained face and chapped lips
And you never get to hear these word.
Because I lost you
In your own mind.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Words
PoetryIt's like you're drowning. Trying to survive. Except... Nobody ever taught you how to swim.
