My heart is bleeding but I wasn't cut
I no longer know sleep
Like shooting a movie , my eyes close and I hear cut
Whiskey is my new found friend.
My heart is bleeding but I wasn't cut
I no longer know laughter
Always acting so strong , is this the result?
Vodka is my new found friend
My heart is bleeding but I wasn't cut
I no longer know happiness
I would prefer the pain from a gunshot
Beer hates me now, it no longer helps
My heart is bleeding but I wasn't cut
I no longer want pain
I know how to bandage a broken leg
Someone teach me to do same to a broken heart
U.F.O
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Feelings in words don't rhyme
Poetryfeelings are not words, feelings show the truth we've been telling ourselves but refuse to believe and feelings are deceitful. I do not know how to say what I feel so I write them in poems... some from personal experience others from observation and...
