*TRIGGER WARNING: This contains sensitive implied topics like death and depression Read at you discretion.*
She tasted like morning and smelled like rain
Her eyeliner dark enough to cover the tears
Her hair in perfect bouncy curls to hide her face behind
Words like blood dripped out of her mouth
Breaking my heart and drawing me in
Her nail polish chipped, her clothes dark
She bore miseries only written about
Her body in bandages, crippling in agony
She wasn't supposed to live this long
She shouldn't have been dead
Heartache clung to her like cheap perfume
Skin so soft, but bruised and scarred
She held herself closed and quiet
Shuttering at others out of fear of more abuse
Her reserved posture and fake smiles satisfied machines
Not until I knew her demons did I realize how broken she was
See a past does not make a person
But a soul does
She walked a tightrope of life, always about to fall
She screamed at her reflection and ran from her skeletons
Her bones creaked and her skin tore like paper
Her mind guarded her and helped her become a prison she couldn't escape
and it poisoned her heart as it shattered to pieces and she fell into my arms
as her lungs whispered for the last time
The darkness drowned her and she shook in fear
My broken angel shook in fear as the oblivion consumed her
The perfection that was her
Gone forever
This poem is really sad, but when I wrote it, it was about someone I loved. I knew they were hurting and that their pain would consume them if they didn't get help. I remember feeling helpless and worried, crying over my broken angel. Well, you guys would be happy to know, my angel got better. She got help and is still continuing to. Thank you for reading. There is never a bad ending, only a chance for even better beginnings. Stay strong and happy loves <3
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My Head in Knots
PoesíaRandom poems I feel like sharing. Some of them may be a bit morbid so read at your discretion. Thank you for reading. Criticism is welcomed as long as its constructive! <3
