With my emotions shattered
I pick up these black infused shards
And lay waste to my hands that were once beautiful
With each cut I bleed a different color
Each color represents my emotions
With all these colorful shards laid sprawled on the ground
Why are my hands drawn to the black ones?
With the mentality of getting rid of the worst shards first
I damage myself to no return
Hence when I finish picking up the black shards, I couldn't pick up the iridescent shards
Now I'm just left with cuts and dispare
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoesiaI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
