Your eyes shoot right through me with a death striking stare.
I bleed out, you did it, you took no time to spare.
I finally gave into your filthy words and dirty promises.
You peel me and throw me away like old oranges.
Am I good enough yet? I cried.
How could you be good enough? you've already died.
Am I a ghost?
You cry from every post.
Your hand scars me.
It marks your territory.
haven't I bled for to long?
Just shut up and listen to this song.
I'm broken, and you don't want to admit it.
I cant sit.
I pace thinking about what you will do next.
You cry from every text.
How do people survive?
Am I even alive?
YOU ARE READING
Look Past My Imperfections
PoetryThis will be a series of poems which means every single page will be something different. Some of These poems will be on my mind and some of them will be actual events in my life. I wont be telling you which ones have actually happened to me. Edit...
