June 1
Its back the part of me. i once thought was dead. it growning every day. mowning down the heart that finally healed. The past is creepy up on what little innocence i have left. My Eyes bleeding all the hope out of me. My mind bring me to the man who walks on my heart. He burns with every step. He has stomped on it . He has created me but only to break me down Like child with building blocks. He made me only for his amusement and jesters. He tours over me waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. Smash and breaks as if he isnt the reason iam here. Scattered on the floor are my pieces. Pieces of my mind. My heart. My mind like a record. Play over and over. The same beat.My mind brings me back to the man who walks on my heart.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Scattered
PuisiPoetry journal of girl just trying to live with mental disease,poverty,hope,love,sexuality and so much more(WARNING some peoms have to deal with types of abuse,suicidal thoughts and other topics that may be triggering for some)
