"I'm with someone else now, we can still be friends (:"
Tears burn the back of my eyes
My lip quivers
and
my heart shatters beaneth my rib cage
in which has in trapped my breathing and is slowly suffocating me.
My fingers dig through my skin
Crimson meets the surface
Greeting the freedom.
My silent screams howl
For a voice.
The words ricochetting
In the walls of my head and my tears
Falling like the shells of words
You fired at me.
This pain.
This pain is what I deserved.
I am a puzzle that's pieces have been
Mixed up and creates
Confusion.
Which creates anger.
You toss me away like a piece of paper
You crumpled up and tossed because
You couldn't see the perfect picture.
All you saw was a disaster.
That not even an eraser
Could fix.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PuisiAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
