When all you see for years on end
Is friends with knifes hidden in the palm of their hands,
Just waiting for the opportunity to
S t a b,
You learn to change between people,
And friends like clothes.
Before they uncurl their fingers to cut into you,
They're gone, like leaves in the wind.
Why did I put up with this for so long?
You had the biggest knife of all,
and you and your friends
Ripped through my skin like paper.
-I've never felt more alone.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
