I wrote a poem about you again. You wouldn't leave my head and when it was 4am laying awake i was drowning in the feeling of love. Just as all the love songs suddenly made sense, suddenly all the words I wrote where about you. I promise this will be The last words I'll write about you. Goodbye.
Don’t need a brush or art tools I use razor blades My body is the canvas Painting whole landscapes I don’t need art talent Inspired by my own sorrow Abstract red strokes on my skin I just don’t want to be here tomorrow Its’s the loneliest I’ve been.
When I see your scars I know how little They represent your inner wars Possessed by the devil Those feelings inside you You are trying to **** I want to kiss you -r wounds want you to be alright I will stand next to you In this fight
I wrote this poem for a girl, despite she will never know it’s about her.