My heart bleeds of emotion.
There's nothing left for me to do.
My tears fall upon the floor,
The reason is you.
This pain inside is killing me.
There's nothing left for me to say.
Under the ground, buried,
Is where my heart will stay.
At least now, my heart doesn't have to deal with you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
