I can feel my emotions clawing their way out,
Starting off slowly, then quickening their pace with the pounding that they do,
People cut into my life, then cut me open completely,
They make me feel things that later on destroy me,
They don't mean to cause me pain, but it only makes it hurt more,
I care deeply for them, and they leave me without knowing it,
When they leave, they take pieces of me with them,
Those pieces leave nothing but pain behind,
That pain is a song,
A song that is constantly on replay throughout my entire life,
All up until my end comes,
Then, and only then, will I share the song of pain.
YOU ARE READING
He's living too
PoetryFeelings are just an ocean of trouble waiting to be sailed across, but why can't he seem to find an island to escape them?