The pictures still remain
In the back of my mind
And every night, they get shown
So that I'll grow from pain.
I cup my hands together
To collect the tears during midnight
And before it overflows, I drink them
For it is where they belong, to be kept inside.
YOU ARE READING
Jaded
PoetryHIGHEST RANKING #46 in poetry | Tired, filled with so many things and unable to say everything, I write. This is my second book written in the year 2017 after 'BROKEN'. This book contains my feelings, descriptions of my life and some hallucinations...
