Alone- broken and tired,
Body is still, face is numb,
Brain rewired,
Heart is dumb.
I'm so tired of being tired.
They dismantled the cords- swore on a liar.
I stand trial for my sins.
Tear me apart. Watch me expire.
Abandonment always wins.
I don't miss this.
The lamb approaches slaughter,
Hands are pinned, breathing shallows.
She forgets everything they taught her.
The hangman is hanging from the gallows.
I don't miss this.
I do not want to be missed,
Forgotten by the one I kissed.
Breathe in the smoke,
I'm forgotten by the discontent I awoke.
I don't miss this.
YOU ARE READING
Adjectives
PoetryThis is 90% of the poems I have written from the last couple years up to now. I figured since I'm starting here again, I'll just put them into one collection. New works will be published separately. Warning: Some of this is really depressing. P.S...
