I'm already dead,
Oh how I want it, need it.
They said I am,
But...
I dont think so,
My heart still beats for you.
Then beating turns into bleeding,
But how come I don't feel anything?
Is it because I helped you find more anecdote? A trigger I always crave?
Their knives and swords you willingly take,
Striked me hard when I was looking away.
But how come I feel numb?
Is it because your words hurt me than the sharps you let go?
I guess that's all I know.
Heart stops beating and bleeds for you.
Encouraged you, helped you
It's not just everybody else and you
i guess it's me too
We killed my mind, body and soul?
Nothing remains, I'm fallin too
Pieces by pieces,
my Dead Heart says Goodbye to you.
YOU ARE READING
THOUGHTS
Poetry"What's more satisfying than writing your own thoughts" Just some poems when Im lonely
