She is like a mirror
She lies to you to keep herself safe...
Tragedy..
The pre-emptive striker...
Bloody scars
& mascara stains...
*Please be kind enough in finishing the poem if...
The tears you shed just a while ago...
Yesterday, when in slumber light and chill,
Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay...
My head begins to spin
My eyes begin to water...
Take this bleeding heart
Rip it from my chest...
Deep waves
Waves rush and crash...
Like a mime slowly going through the motions of...
Doing everything that he thinks is right...
Tragedy strikes again,
Tried finding comfort...
I can't forgive you
I'm so, so sorry...
I sit here alone,
unwanted, unknown...