Fractured into pieces,
what do I even have anymore but the cold grip of nothingness within my chest.
No more love, you left me sore, I wrote you letters to you but you chose my heart
to tear into a thousand pieces and scatter them across what we once had.
People look at me and see nothing but a husk, they ignore me because they don't want to deal with what you did me, they don't have the time to be a friend or a shoulder for someone who can't feel anything but ice cold pins and needles in their chest.
No understanding, a sick freak, a person who's too angsty and in pain to ever even correlate with let alone talk to.
Those pieces were scattered, and gave everyone a free chance to step on and break them just like you.
Are you happy now that this has brought me to a level of not caring if I live or die.
A feeling of true despair..
Is all that I deserve..
More than just my heart now..
I've fallen to pieces..
YOU ARE READING
Darker Days
PoetryI am nothing and everything. The life I live is plagued with pain and fear. Poison runs through my veins and paralyzes me with the icy grip of loneliness. Absent of love and happiness, yearning for the sweet tender touch of the reaper to free me fr...
