i tell a story in the lines
the scars
that are stark
on my pale skin
beneath the glare
of the unforgiving
of the harsh
sun's glare.
and damn
somedays i wish
no one could
read the story
i hold so close
to my heart
yet so fucking far
from myself.
and then after
people sobbed
when they saw
the results of
my numbness
my loneliness
within my
tale.
and it broke my heart
and with that
another empty
"i promise".
and though it
meant nothing alike
the one who had made it
i broke those words
and i cried
and i couldn't
fucking breathe
and the hurt wouldn't
stop.
i never apologised
for what i tried to do
and i can't now
because my
story is longer
and the hate
scrawled
in metal
red
and sorrow
is more,
so much more.
this is temporary
it has to be
okay
this is temporary
it has to be okay
it has to be.
somedays i want
to rip my story
from my body
and then
just maybe
or hopefully
i can disappear
and i'll be okay.
because dammit
somedays i wish
no one could
read the story
i hold so close
to my heart
yet so fucking far
from myself.
this is only temporary.
it has to be okay.
YOU ARE READING
sangfroid ;;
Poetrysometimes i write poems and edit them into lyrics because it's therapeutic. aka// my pathetic attempts of making words sound nice with chords alongside them ~~ sang-froid noun coolness of mind; calmness; composure: "cold blood" © pastel-romantic ; 2...
