The pain of my heartache.
The feeling of my tears rolling down my face.
The sound of complete silence.
The sight of blood on the floor...
These feelings grow and linger,
Like a disease wanting to end my life.
All I see is black, white, and crimson.
All I remember is her.
All I hear is her voice
Saying those crushing words to me...
She was the piece that held my heart together.
She was the one thing I needed...
She meant everything to me...
It's not like I can't be happy,
But the thoughts of her bring back the clouds that block the sunshine of happiness.
Now... do I care if I die alone?
Not really.
Nobody did anyway... and nobody will.
YOU ARE READING
The Passages of My Thoughts
PoetryAs you read this, you will have an insight on how I feel and how I think. The core of my problems, the pain of my problems, and the fear of not being able to find the solution.
