I carried these thorns
instead of the flowers
I chose to cut myself
and let myself bleed
Why have i done this?
I do not even know.
Perhaps I hate myself
that much, isn't it so?
I'm now a breathing doll
happily masquerading
as someone truly alive
yet my veins are rigid
and I no longer have a heart
Remember, you took it out
with your lying hands
and your traitorous mouth
pulling hard at every sinew
until the last bit was torn
and there's nothing left behind.
Come closer, don't hesitate
for there will be
no time other than this
look inside of me now
and tell me, tell me,
is there something inside?
YOU ARE READING
Lingering Lines
PoetryLines that will linger on your thoughts long after you had read them (well, I hope so). Most impressive ranking: #2 - reflections #3 - thoughts and feelings #5 - sentiments
