oh no
i dropped it
i dropped the glass
i wonder
how many times have i done this
watching the empty glass
fall to the marbled floor
smeared with red ruby stains
falling from my scarred hands
how many times have i repeated this
The walls speak yet another story
same ruby stains
but for different purposes
the blood i shed
and
the blood they made me shed.
how long have i been screaming for
no wonder there's no noise coming
no wonder
all i see is red
glowing red
which i've come to love and hate
this room with
shattered vases
broken bed frames
torn sheets
carpets soaked with blood.
i hate it
i hate it so much
yet
i cannot go back
go back to what i was
go back to being who i was
because that part of me no longer exists
the part of me they took away
the part of me they destroyed.
all that remains of her
is something
that I wish didn't remain.
because
all she does is
remind me of who i am not
she hangs above the mantle
smiling softly in a painting
a figment of a long gone past
and a reminder
of a lost present.
-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...
