Breathe
.
.
.
Nothing.
Where is she?
Why
Why did she-
Leave me alone
Like a prisoner
In silence.
The silence.
Soon it was-
Dispersed
When a drip
A drip
Drip
Fell on the floor
Was it a tear
Or was it
A wound in a empty heart
Because something
Just left
Without
A
w
A
r
N
i
N
g
And a piece
Was
P
A
I
N
F
U
L
L
Y
Ripped-
Ripped out this heart
Once it drummed
A nice melody
About love
But then
It stopped
And now white scars
Trail pictures on
This broken shape
It's turning gray
It's not a drum
It's a blade
But it's not silver
No
It's not proud enough
To call itself
Such a nice thing
All it causes
Is
Pain
So one day
The bearer of the scars
Thought
Goodbye.
*I do not support suicide or cutting*
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
