Torn apart
From the outside in
But no one cares
For it's her own sin
No one looks beyond
Her smiling face
Therefore no one can see
The subtle trace
The lines that carve
Into her skin
It only hurts
To begin
With each outline
Comes a peace
Pain escapes
Like memories
No more tears
Will her eyes shed
Instead her skin will weep
A crimson red
One day soon
It all will end
Don't come then
And call her friend
That word was never
A part of her life
That's why she took it
With that knife
Don't shed a tear
As if you cared
You weren't there
When she was scared
You turned away
You're words cut deep
The laughs still stung
The looks did seep
If you stop to wonder
What went wrong
It was all of you
All along
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings from the Queen
PoetryFine. Here it is. I've never really liked having anyone else read anything I've written because, tbh, a lot of it can be considered as being very dark. Then people start thinking whatever I write is about me. Well, it's not...not mostly. I've been w...
