I cut myself today
With the shards of glass
That fell from my head
Or was it from sky?
Am I losing my mind?
Or is this nonsense normal at all?
The last time I cried
I made an ocean pool
Under my eyes
Made of my heart and anchor
That sank me down
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Madness
I cut myself today
With the shards of glass
That fell from my head
Or was it from sky?
Am I losing my mind?
Or is this nonsense normal at all?
The last time I cried
I made an ocean pool
Under my eyes
Made of my heart and anchor
That sank me down