Blood.
My arms bleed out.
Blood.
I want to scream and shout.
Blood.
My demons haunt my mind.
Blood.
My ribbons flood out.
Blood.
I want to scream and shout.
My thoughts taunt my kindness.
Blood.
I'm sorry for my rudeness.
Blood.
Please, don't mistake my silence.
My mind is filled with terrifying violence.
Blood.
You thought that I was fake and lying.
And now, I'm here crying.
Blood.
You left me, when you promised.
You were lying.
Blood.
Now, I'm dying.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryEunoia means beautiful thinking or a well mind. These poems are made by a girl with a broken mind, which makes the title of this book and the thoughts that have composed it, ironically beautiful. [complete] [copyright @ y u g e n 2017]
