Tell me, how is the man in the mirror not a threat?
When he cares not for me while in pain
Today, I sat with him about to drive a knife through my heart, expecting him to offer resistance
But he only mocked me with his perfect imitations and didn't bother apologizing after I stormed off.
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoésiePerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
