Broken hearted I stand
Facing the mirror cuts on my hand
I stare at the blood black as night
Cringing at the beautiful sight
The pain is gone and I'm left there numb
Thinking about you and wondering why I was so dumb
You toyed with my emotions now its my turn to play
And in gonna make you suffer and I'm gonna make you pay
YOU ARE READING
For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
