so be warned this is actually kinda morbid... can thank my teacher trying to push me to make a vision board when in reality i dont see in the future... i cant, i cant see the home i should have the body, the mindset. i only see today, she wanted me to write inspirational stuff on it... all i could think of was: suicide is not an option, death will not make it end, death is not an escape
anyway here is a masterpiece of morbid thoughts:
Family of foxes, nevermore
Pain and torment, crying out for
Lost and used, purity abused
Forgotten memories, ever mourning
broken dreams and broken fantasys,
always there to be remembered but can never be reached
Picking the pieces up as your heart bleeds,
The sharp edges lined with red
Not from your skin but from your soul,
Wishing to be once again whole
But we all know what has been said,
Once it is broken its never the same
Innocence ruptured,
Mind shattered,
Soul torn,
Body bruised,
Turning from black and blue,
Such a beautiful hue
To brown and yellow,
Just the tinge being a clue
As the bruises on you may not be physical
The damage will always be magical
As the pain never goes away,
Sitting beneath the skin to ever stay.
YOU ARE READING
Poems/short storys
Non-FictionJust some stuff I've created that doesn't quite fit into its own book too short in content.
