Day by day I strive
Trying to survive
Heartbeat sounds
Turning my gaze all around.
Selling petty hearts
Selling it piece by piece, part by part
It was sealed in a jar
Wishing someone would buy from afar.
Hearts for sale
Sounding so real
Feeling empty inside
As pain resides.
Selling my own heart
Not on a carriage but a cart
Tortured by knives
Wishing I wouldn't survive.
YOU ARE READING
words we wished to say
PoetryAll she had was a piece of paper and a pen with almost no ink. She poured her heart out while tears stream down her face as she made these poems, these words she wished to say. Writing what she's feeling never fails to provide solace to her heart w...
