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Jan 2018
My mind is fragile,
My life is a play.
I will break if you let me go,
I will hurt if i'm thrown away.
I am not in control,
My soul has extinct.
You ripped apart what you did not need of me,
As I watched with no instinct.
Without you I would be forever muzzled,
But my body is becoming sore.
With you I am a person,
But you don't seem to notice my silent call for help anymore.
Day by day,
I watch you bleed.
A pain so violent,
It triggers my only need.
You don't look the same,
You are a victim of prey.
I can only smile and watch you battle,
My only wish is that I could stay.
The last day you came over,
To the shelf that held a wasteland.
I felt a presence so cold as you reached for me,
Yet I felt comfort as you took my hand.
We went outside as it was raining but,
You looked at me with a cold eye.
I knew that I was nothing anymore but,
I couldn't say goodbye.
You gave me to another person,
And I felt that this was the last origin.
You didn't look back at me and I never saw your face again but,
I was nothing but porcelain.
Chelsea Quigley
Written by
Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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     --- and Glassmuncher
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