My poems

It Hurts

Did I break the right way for you.
Only to become the embodiment of blue.
It hurts for all the wrong reasons.
And lingers all throughout the seasons.
Surrounded with so much to say.
Sad eye telling me I'll be okay.
Needle ink not the only thing to pierce my skin.
Razor blade makes it easy to see within.
"I'm sorry" never righted any wrongs before.
But from you it's what my heart longs for.