There is porcelain
Under skin,
And glass
In eyes
hearts
are made of paper
Waiting to be torn
Apart
We shatter every morning
We break every night
the world becomes a tunnel
Consisting of just wrong and right
Is this right the way they treat you?
Is this how its supposed to be?
How did my world
Come to make an enemy
Out of me
words pierce like knives
Blows to self esteem
reaching deeper
To harm physically
Has this become the mentality?
Let what come, be?
To go without a fight
Is like dying at mornings' light.
The words hit like bullets
Tearing through flesh and soul
The tears fall like rain drops
Leaving a tsunami everywhere they go
The blood drips like water
Dripping to the drain
This blood is simply falling
Without any restrain
Bandaids won't fix these wounds
Stitches won't help mend
Because the real war
Is happening in the head
No doctor can administer a cure
To this deadly disease
Words can infect you
Leaving you with no ease
So cherish those around you
Spread kindness like the plague
Open up your hearts
And never be vague
This world is yours to live in
Make it what you can
For me I choose kindness
And that is what I stan
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A/N: I am trying to think of a better title for this poem. Leave suggestions in the comments;)
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the blood of my heart
PoesiaThis is a collection of poetry. Some are fun and lighthearted, while others are deep and meaningful. A mixture of spoken word and short poems. I will continue to add poems weekly. My heart is in your hands.
