Tears of hate and confusion cloud my vision,
Until they make my face unrecognizable.
A sad song of sorrow works it's way through my brain.
Pushing and pressing
Until I simply burst... all over again.
The song reminds me of him.
He said he liked it.
A long time ago.
My mind in a constant loop.
Dragging and tearing,
As if my memories
Were the razor at my wrists.
For every day has it's goods and it's bads.
It's ups and it's downs.
It's triuphs and it's tradegies.
No day is the same,
And yet, no day is different than the one before.
I wish you could see
The evil in me.
For no one is flawless.
Just there.
Author notes
This is kinda a combination of three different short poems. SPELLING is not my thing .
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