Your words hurt,
They cut deep like a knife.
Leaving the blood dripping from my skin where you've cut me deep.
When I cry there's only ever just one tear.
There's nothing left for you anymore ,
No more tears left to cry.
No more pain.
No more guilt for the way I'm thinking. There's just nothing anymore for you to take.
I won't take from you anymore.
That I promise.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
