You only spur me to continue writing,
Because I'd much rather write down how I'm feeling than waste it fighting.
Mock me with your words,
I'll only show you how much it hurts.
Perhaps I'm senseless to it all now,
Staying silent rather than causing a row.
One domino falls,
So does the rest,
Depression calls,
Insomnia strips away my rest.
One disturbance of peace can cause an explosion,
It's generally what happens when you're defenceless and broken.
But that's an issue with me,
It's how I've always been,
I'll get through eventually.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
