I was searching for a knife
That could cut through bones like butter.
A knife that would make my victims suffer.
Mimicking the end they had bestowed-
Then I realised, NO!
I know.
That I am just like them.
And deserve to be punished
Just the same.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
