You honestly want me to say whats on my mind?
In the past 5 months,
My heart has been ripped out and crappily sown back in.
With no morphine to stop my bleeding pain,
Im a waste of air.
5 Am now,
What do people see in me?
Honestly,
I'm such a wreak.
My eyes always brimming with painful memories.
My face perfectly imperfect.
Why are my eyes always darkened underneath?
Not from cheap makeup but from every sleepless night.
On such a night,
Eager hands will fish for that sharp piece of metal hidden under soggy tissues.
Those uncontrollable hands get nipped at just for mindlessly searching.
A preview of what's to come.
Possibly the last.
With every breathe that I take,
I'm a mere second closer to enternal darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems For A Sad Girl
PoetryComplaining too much is my specialty. These rants are completely pointless.