Hot tears sting my pale skin.
They run down my cheeks and drip onto the screen.
I once felt joy looking upon this picture.
Now all I feel is emptiness.
My hands no longer sweat with nervous glee.
My eyes no longer stare analyzing all I see.
My mouth no longer says the words I long to hear.
My smiles are false, they are no more real then your words of love.
My mind is not my own to control. It now belongs to sorrow.
For you broke me.
Is a heartless and soulless man really a man at all?
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
