Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
I've seen so much,  
I've seen to much
And from the look of it
It has ruined me
Don't touch me I'll break
Don't touch me I'm fake
I've seen things
Frighten things
The things that hide in the deepest corners of your mind
To much noise
To many thoughts
To much pain
To many memories
Oh how to keep my sanity
I've seen butterflies and angels wings get torn off
I've seen deaths face there was nothing there
I wanted to put my hand in his hood and see if something was there
But I feared that when I would take my hand out nothing would be there
You cannot hurt me
For I've seen to much
In the places that I hide there is nothing much
No color
No noise
No light
Only pain and anger
I hate the way my tears taste how they run down my face
I feel nothing I'm shell of a person that once was here
If you want to see me
You cannot theres nothing there
If you want to hear me
There's only echo's in my head
And if you want to reach
To late I've fallen off the edge.
Maatuika pahoja Snow
Written by
Maatuika pahoja Snow  Wouldn't you like to know
(Wouldn't you like to know)   
299
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems