02/27/09
2009 / poetry

The screams are released.
The power it displays
In pools of red crimson
I let my heart get away from me
Trusted to too much
Toyed with my emotions.
I played your games
Can’t be myself anywhere else
The nights get lonlier
The nights get longer
I pray he can’t see it
The pain I have
Only with him I see me
It hurts to break in front of him
I hope he returns soon
The wound can’t bleed anymore
It’s already dead
Like me.

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