You are like nails on a chalkboard
Your name and your face, oh lord
Save me from this pain
What was I going to gain
I hurt myself in hurting you
In doing so, I knew
I hurt you as much as I hurt me
The open gashes from on the rose thorns
I close my eyes and see your face with horns
I see mine in the mirror too
I turned you into a demon
With no god damn reason
And in that, I turned myself into one too
So your name and your face are like nails
Nails on a chalk board
Which I cannot afford
The shuttering it brings to me
The screaming in my head
Which always had lead
To my pain
My bloody footprints
Gently rinse
The crimson river
From the pained giver
Gut me with a knife
So I can fix your life
Long poem
Don't care
Unfair
Morbid brain
Heavy rain
I'm sorry
Just talk to me again
Speak again
With that smile
Stay awhile
Sing to me
Can't you see
That your name
Is the nails on the chalk board
And mine name is too
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Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
PoetryDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
