My heart was glass,
My soul was gold,
For I died,
Long ago,
For my skin had shred,
From my own blade you see,
Because all I wanted in my life,
Was to bleed,
For I could not see,
The love in her eyes,
And I could not see,
Her longing growing in time,
So as I played there,
I felt no fear,
For all I could hear,
Were her sad cold tears,
And at that moment,
My heart had shattered,
My breath had stopped,
And my soul didn't matter,
For it grew to coal,
And when I met the sky,
Everything stopped indeed,
For I knew where my soul lied.
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Words For The Silent
Thơ caTrigger Warning ⚠ Depression, Suicide, Anxiety, etc. Poetry based on real ppls lives including my own. if you do get triggered please scroll away. This poetry is to get ppls voices heard.
