Oh stop being so annoying,
Stop saying you care for the broken mess
That once was called my soul;
For darling, you see me crying,
You see me cutting myself
In hopes of becoming whole.
And you're too afraid of spilling
What's plaguing your demented mind
About me and my piteous state;
And scars aren't meant for healing
And I can never leave those behind
That taught my heart to hate.
My body's burning silently
The salty drops do nothing to douse
The flames vicious, insane
And the trees sway in the violent breeze
And I, nothing more than a frightened mouse
Hunt for dead, decayed game.
And you stare at my face, as if
My feelings, emotions were nothing more than
A pathetic, useless joke;
And brimming with tears, my chalice
I raise to the last of my perfect man-
And watch him go up in smoke.
YOU ARE READING
Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
