trapped
blocked in by black
walls I'm suffocating in
the words-the voices of those around me
so bittersweet sarcastic and
I want to cover my ears and close my eyes
but the darkness is louder and the silence is heavier but the little sounds
they ricochet off my dirty palms
stained with blood of my own from
every wound I carved myself
every scar from the blade I took to my flesh
where your lips touched my skin in attempt
to tear your memory away picking
at scabs that don't bleed anymore
because I don't want them to heal
I only want to forget
but it's hardest trying to forget
those that you promised not to
and I swore never to forget
And carved it into my eyelids
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
PoetryA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
