And I laugh as you tell me, again,
That things will get better.
But you aren't the one who is
Overwhelmed by this darkness
That suffocates you until the
Point that you can't take
Anymore and the only light is
To take a piece of the colour silver
To your wrists and let the red
Fall onto the carpet where it will
Be a permanent reminder,
Triggering the regret that comes
Flowing through your veins
Following the scarlet tears.
It's pretty watching the darkness
Drip from the paleness of skin.
- s.t. 30.03.15
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Poems
PoetryA collection of short poems I have written. New poems added over time. Feel free to comment on any chapter with feedback.
