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Sep 2018
I got scars on my wrists
Cause there are scars on my heart
Held together by seams
That are falling apart

I see the crimson pain
Fall on the floor
There is still no feeling gained
And there’s a knock at the door

I wipe it away
I pretend and I play
To be just fine
Just so I can hide

My friends aren’t what they seam
Because they’re letting go
My heart starts to go numb
And my death is feeling slow

You say your heart is numb
Because there’s no desire
But mine is not the same
Because it’s filled with fire

I feel every little spark
When you poke and **** my heart
When I am faced with hate
My mind is set ablaze

Your rivers are frozen and dry
But mine are flowing through my windows
It doesn’t mean you don’t cry
But I have soaked my pillows

Your empty desert eyes
Are different from this ocean of mine
But neither one matters
Because we both wave bye from inside
Nina Nguyen
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