Away
Teary eyes for all to see
poisoned, staring back at me
Broken mirrors on the floor
slicing at my skin
Crimson rivers flowing pure
from my wounds onto the floor
scarring me forever still
haunting me within
Picking up the broken flask
filling it with dreams of past
place it on the highst shelf
Where I can see them grow
Dreams will fade, and dreams will die
Watching some, will make me cry
Cover them with mirror glass
So I wont have to know.....
Another depressed poem...i wrote it in a suicidal mood...but usually this is how I throw my feelings away ..
Teary eyes for all to see
poisoned, staring back at me
Broken mirrors on the floor
slicing at my skin
Crimson rivers flowing pure
from my wounds onto the floor
scarring me forever still
haunting me within
Picking up the broken flask
filling it with dreams of past
place it on the highst shelf
Where I can see them grow
Dreams will fade, and dreams will die
Watching some, will make me cry
Cover them with mirror glass
So I wont have to know.....
Another depressed poem...i wrote it in a suicidal mood...but usually this is how I throw my feelings away ..
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