My eyes, the windows to my soul,
display a melancholy landscape
of sorrowful streams of consciousness
of wilting hope and barren dreams
of droplets of pain raining down
on the darkened hills of my emotions.
My heart, a cracked mirror,
reflects everything I've held inside
the pain
the emptiness
the sickening feeling
of anxiety battling remorse.
My scars, a deadly reminder,
represent a call for help
from the damage you've done
from the ringing in my eyes
from the endless pressure
of trying to please everyone but myself.
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySome amateur poems and the occasional rant. Titles with *** at the end are my personal favorites
