Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 25
My soul is shredded, hanging of me like ribbons.
My heart is torn, dripping blood down my chest.
Everyday is about healing and recovering.
Yet, I cant help to wonder whether I will mend as me or an unlovable monster.
JD
Written by
JD  F
(F)   
487
   Barry
Please log in to view and add comments on poems