Stab in my heart,
Blood pouring down,
Feel the emptiness?
Feel the cold rush in.
Can you taste the tears,
As they stream down my face?
Can you hear the words,
Slowly slipping away?
Do you notice,
My body is going limp?
Do you even notice,
The blood that was hid?
Can you see,
The hidden marks?
The emotions deep within,
Slowly being shown.
I once was strong,
Now I'm broke...
Everything is seeping out.
I need help.
I need to clean myself up,
But my soul isn't in my body anymore,
It's floating over my dead,
Limp body.
I see the blood around it,
I see the open wounds...
The invisible marks,
That have been left by people,
Who have used and hurt me...
I can hear the laughter
And the taunting
Of the one who screwed me over...
I can taste the hatred
That was cast upon me...
And I can feel this warm embrace...
The embrace of someone telling me to hold on...
Because I am worth it.
I want to let go...
But he won't let me.
And I pray...
He doesn't let me go.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
