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The memories hurt a million times more,
Than the trauma itself.
My demons awake,
When I am at my weakest.
To bully, bruise and break
A heart.
That is already,
Bullied, bruised and broken.
Knowing I will never be strong enough,
To put the demons back to bed.
I am so sorry.

For every time I hurt you..

For every cruel word I’ve ever said to you..

For not seeing what you needed most..

For not being kind to you as much as everyone else..

For every tear you have wasted..

For every time I stepped on your heart..

For every time I didn’t believe in you..

For every time I didn’t listen to you.

I am so sorry.

For ripping you apart..

For destroying the beautiful things in you..

For always making you pay the price..

And I apologise for all the wrongdoings I caused you!

Forgive this fallible human that is you.

I am so sorry.
It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you
Ax
the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .
I want to study chaos when I grow up
Maybe then I'll be better
(Upholding my heart bleeding amber)
The clay bird said to the caged bird, "There's this burning desire to fly and soar, but my clay heart chokes on the fear of finding my shattered pieces on the ground."
In this heart I hold your smile
every second of every minute
of every hour of every day
as its warmth and joy
will nourish this soul.
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