I stepped on broken glass
And now I'm bleeding inside,
Can't hold my tears any longer
Letting it pour down on my face.
Too much to handle
And I can't seem to carry,
I'm a wound that needs stitching
On a search for her bandaid.
Scars of the past deepens
As it stay on my skin,
But the pain subsides
As I stare at it for awhile.
Things seem to fall apart
And it needs to shed some light,
If this continues to grow
No feelings would be felt anymore.
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PoetryLife is a blessing and a curse. I write poems based on what I feel and what I'm inspired at. I also based it on what I see things around me. All of these poems was written by me so please don't steal or copy it. That's plagiarism. If anyone knew so...
