I cut myself today
On what, I do not know
Didn't even feel it
Blood began to flow
Coupled with a bruise
I got from who knows where
Didn't feel that either
But still it is right there
Is it something said?
Or something that you do
The depth of cut and black of bruise
Solely depends on you
A notion I'll remember
As I gaze upon the scar
My cut and bruise remind me
Just how delicate we are
Β©leelee101
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Try to know a little about a lot. Not a lot about little.
Pain and sorrow, why do these feelings have to exist. What does life gain by making me feel hollow.
i thought you cared about me, but i think i was wrong. really im nothing to you.
Dark surrounds my eyes,. And lines on my face deepen,. Just a side effect for the lies,. That I have been keeping,. The ache in my feet,. And the stiffness of my back,. Shows the many defeats,.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, Looking back at me was someone I did not recognise. A look of pain in my glass blue eyes, All the anger was deep down inside.
Promises are broken Till when. I don't know Sitting here broken Again.
I just wanted you to hear me say That that fake smile you wore today, Made me think back to a life; Of tired lies and empty strife.
My heart is dark, Like coals are black. It's a deadweight living, Everything I lack. My heart is dusty, Pained from lack of use. Its strings are rotten, Squeaky and loose.
Mirror mirror on the wall,. I see my reflection as my tears start to fall,. Mirror mirror on the door,. I look at that face I used to adore,. Mirror mirror in my hand,.
So many cuts and bruises, physical, emotional, mental... the list goes on. How we deal with them is the key to who we are. Good write, thanks for sharing π
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