Broken, torn, unable to be fixed,
Tears well in my eyes, they stay transfixed.
A heart torn to shreds,
Wishes to end up dead.
These tears they fall and crawl down my face,
Haunting memories they wish to replace.
Emotions resurface to the front of my mind, They've been drowned, submerged and left behind.
My overactive imagination.
God's worst creation.
I must keep it a secret,
I cannot tell.
But either way,
I'm going to hell.
These lonely tears I cry at night
Hoping and wishing to be alright.
Feelings of hatred towards myself
I've surely damaged my health.
There's a hole in my heart.
I guess you've done your part.
And destroyed my heart.
Now it's time to depart.
I'm aching, in pain and agony.
Feeling paralyzed from all these pains and lies.
A twisted memory, filled with gore.
I don't believe I can take much more.
Its very scary,
Not quite contrary.
It's happened many times before
But this time it hurts so much more.
Now I'm aware,
And quite scared.
My indocence you took away,
And you thought the touch wouldn't stay.
I'm feeling worthless,
But you could care less.
It seems I was just a game,
And you used me for your own gain.
Every night I wish
I wished upon a shooting star,
One some races way up far.
A wish to be happy,
It will never come true.
For my heart's been broken and torn too.
It's been ripped, torn from all sides.
The little bit of hope and my pride.
Taken, stolen, if that's what you want to call it.
Call it what you wish, but is still gone.
The memory forever implanted in my mind.
To love and happiness I'm blind.
I've been hurt.
More times than I can count.
The feeling it never fades,
On my skin, it will stay.
In my, expressions, sadness is portrayed. Sadistic thoughts, race like lighting.
The majority of which are unsurprisingly frightening.
A touch, it lingers
Tingling on my skin,
Tears keep falling,
Blood keeps crawling
I can't stop my smile from faltering.
A sick image engraved in my mind,
Reminding me of the past I've left behind.
I've committed a deadly sin.
And invited death to come in.
Demons, they haunt and taunt my soul.
Feelings I struggle to withhold.
My heart's trapped in a cage.
And I've skipped another page
In this little book, I write down my feelings everyday.
Its tiring,
Never inspiring.
My feelings are in black and white,
Will I ever be alright?
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...
