Why do we yearn for love we do not receive?
Why do we reject the love we do receive?
Who decides who is worthy of who?
Who decides what is fake or true?
Whom do we trust?
Whom do we hate?
Why do we fall?
Do we ever wake?
Why promise only to break them?
Why love only to betray them?
The questions that unravel
Are answered by pills and blades
For there's a price for the seeing of my scars
For there's a price of the hearing of my heart.
A/n:- The last two lines are from a Sylvia Plath poem. It's one of my favourite poems so I included those lines here. Also, scratched stories is a very metaphorical idea that sparked me while going through a social media page of the same name. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading!
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Short poetry and passages
PoetryThis is just a compilation of free verse poetry and short pieces I randomly write.
