Still bleeding
The cuts all over me
Still bleeding
Falling crimson droplets
Hit the floor
Staining them
With their colour
Staining them
With my pain
With my thoughts.
Shattered mirror
On the wall
Reflects
Bleeding eyes
Countless bleeding eyes
No tears
Just flowing ruby rivers
Empty
Fleeting thoughts.
All over me
I feel phantom touches
Phantom touches
Bringing with them
Whispers of past
Whispered lovingly in my ears
yet
I see no one
No one but myself
feel no one
No one but myself
My broken cutself
Still standing
Standing at the same place
Again
Do I remember how I got here?
No, I don't.
and
I won't remember what I do after going out.
Do I want to?
No.
Do I want to know?
Do I want to know how I got these cuts?
No.
Bleeding cuts.
Empty eyes.
Torn hands.
I walk out
Into a reality I won't remember.
And back again
Into this white tiled room.
With an unbroken mirror.
- 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...
