I want to escape out the land of the living
And into my own damaged mind
If someone were to accompany me there,
They'd be scared at what they would find
I'm broken and hurt, shattered like glass
My pieces wherever, we call ourselves "us"
But we are not separate, but we are not one
Cracked and with splinters that lay all around
A piece of art - sadness and pain,
Used for people's own personal gain
And we're a coward, not an ounce of glory
So to whoever sees it - I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Splashes of ink
שיריםSplashes of ink on an empty page; Only growing darker with age. ======================== Poetry book
