my life
a ruse
of neverending hurdles
ones which i'd never deserved
of endless tears
with more lurking just around the corner
my soul
a glass figurine waiting to be shattered
waiting to cut someone
for the pain i've endured
for the sacrifices i've made
for the shackles that bind me
for the answers i search for
my heart twisted and turned
so much that it stopped
beating
instead of turning into an ice cold lake
it turned into a snowflake
so pretty
but
so weak
susceptible and fragile.
these silent tears
of pain
which some never realise that they are the cause of
haunt me
force me to put on my mask
make sure that it never comes off
so that
the broken sad little girl
never breaks free
from her past shadows
i'm tired
so tired
it hurts to breathe
it hurts to smile
it hurts to stay awake.
it hurts to cry
it hurts to live
within a thorny cage.
- laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
