With all those stabs on my heart
I fight.
A night so cold and solo but,
I survive.
The arguments so vague and undesirable
I strife
with my mind so unstabble
I cry
with ugly thoughts and uncanny posterity
It was that night.
Horrified and unimaginable
in the bed
I lie.
Weeping and sweeping
my red swollen eyes
I die.
Facing all those strains again
I fight.
Yet, with hope and faith
I survive.
To the world who doesn't me
I smile.
YOU ARE READING
The story of a girl
PoetryThis is a just a short poem about a girl who suffers from many heartbreaks but, still she wakes up to a new morning and shows everyone that she is fine.
