5 Months Ago

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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.

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