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Mar 2020
I finally got
My drops of blood
They didn't prove anything to me
I wanted to know that I was alive
To know that I was here
But they mean nothing
Besides that I am weak.
I am weak when you called me strong.
I am broken when you loved me whole.
Apology after apology
I regretted it, but I continued
One line right after the other
Red dash marks appearing on my skin
I wanted them to prove my existence
But they really just proved my fragility
In reference to Weapon For The Night.
I'm only getting worse. Day by day, slowly worse.
Written by
Night Sky  19/Non-binary
(19/Non-binary)   
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     Pecan Pie and ryn
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