A call to the hurt, the wise, the broken,
To the ones who've been used like a token.
Resounding echoes, the hate that flows,
And a love we lost, it no longer grows.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, I wish I was dead.
Was our love even true?
You were the king, I, the queen.
Thought our love was ace, But It had a double face.
Thought yould leave without a trace,
I still remember your face.
The skin I'm in, its worn outside in
Bottled feelings, auctioned to the most caring.
It's bad, but never too daring.
A river of pain, feelings drowned,
The flow of pain,to my brain, its known.
It's not a long flight,
But we both know, its not night.
Rivers running from flesh,
there's still lots of blood left.
In need of a flashlight,
Not sure I'll be alright.
A bother to the soul,
Beneath stories, that are untold.
Blinded by red,
Caused by sadness,
Bloodshot eyes dead
Void and emotionless.
Thoughts of the jump,
The last one at that.
You'll land, "thump!"
And end up, "splat!"
But that's what you want,
Is it not?
Dont go through,
With the life ending plot.
For in a hell, if it exists,
Is where you'll rot.
With demons and monsters,
Evil of all kinds.
You'll escape the plague
Of your trauma.
But end up
Burning, not in a sauna.
Dont answer,
When Death calls your name.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
