Yeah, she laughed, she smiled, and she'd giggle, she'd be a bit flirtatious. She'd fallen, and fallen hard, her heart was on her sleeve, her skin started to scream, she'd been torn by her own pierced heart. His words, his words only brought her back to reality, back to the pain she knew, and the heart ache of her no longer present heart. His words only brought back memories, memories of painful moments, the moments her heart were pierced, her heart poured, and screamed a blood curtailing scream.
Her laughter used to be music, now, it's a broken record. She's shattered in many places and nobody seems to hear her silent screams! She's become a broken record, shattered glass, she's never been noticed, never been seen. She's a girl that got stabbed by her own precious heart.
She's been stabbed, cheated, beaten, and bruised, left for dead. She's fallen apart and she's on the floor, she'd bleeding out, and you see her! She's falling apart, she's torn, she's the shattered glass...
Pierced by her own heart she falls apart, torn from the seems she screams, alone she falls, alone she'll die.
YOU ARE READING
Her broken writings
PoetryBit of writings here and there... at some point it may be triggering...but it's not always going to be....so yeah....
