in a pool of tears
stained with the crimson of blood
surrounded by shattered glass
and sparkling metal.
a window open
yet no air to breathe
cold but burning
somehow ready to hurt more
fearful of emotion
begging to feel a breath of love
blinded from seeing too much
weak and lonely
desperate for help
finding no words
and capturing painful cries.
that's where I stay.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
in a pool of tears
stained with the crimson of blood
surrounded by shattered glass
and sparkling metal.
a window open
yet no air to breathe
cold but burning
somehow ready to hurt more
fearful of emotion
begging to feel a breath of love
blinded from seeing too much
weak and lonely
desperate for help
finding no words
and capturing painful cries.
that's where I stay.
all I want to do is help, but I don't know how, so I just sit here crying as I write my worries further into my skin.
