bright red pomegranates
and crimson red blood
though the colors are the same,
one makes your wrists flood.
its like the juice of cherries
trickle down your skin
or the lack of food
that makes you thin.
rain and tears
mix within your eyes,
streaming down your face
as you silently cry.
not a peep
not a word
as you die in pain
not a sound
not a tone
as your curse in vain.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
