You can put gauze on the cut,
but that doesn't mean
the covered damage is no longer there.
You can say its nothing,
but i know you better than that.
You shut me out.
Told me not to care.
Left me caring about you
more than my abandoned heart
could bear.
The razor blades
still bloody on the bathroom floor.
The cries for help
still echoing against the bathroom wall.
The little poisonous pills
still scattered across the counter.
YOU ARE READING
Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
PoetryThis is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers, the feelers, the lovers, the fighter...
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