At the end of the day, I still never cared
Never cared about living
Never cared about dying
Never fully capable of forgiving
Or forgetting.
I'm sitting in the corner of
This rotten place.
The darkness slowly
Consuming my last bit
Of brightness.
I try to reach out for her
But my hands are shattering,
Pieces of me fading away
Like autumn leaves.
- I can't find myself
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
