Stare
Stare
It hurts
The light reflects off you
And carries you with it
And it hits me
And I can't breathe
I can't move
I can't tear my eyes away
Stare
Into this pain
Take me away
Your mind
Is like a puzzle piece for my pain
I want to get inside
And pick apart your tortured brain
All the demons say your name
And all the real ones cry in vain
You are blind
Inside the maze of "if"
Walking into walls
Befriending those who don't care about your soul
You tear me apart
Each sylable rends my flesh
It penetrates my thoughts
You fill my room
You're far from amazing
p.s
I love how the whole time you think they are amazing and then at the end you hit us so hard it hurts and we find out they aren't amazing
ash
right now it is perfect for me graeme
Much Love
Ashley
This poem is good, not your best, but good all the same.
I was not expectingg the last line, most people would be blinded into thinking that they were perfect and amazing despite the pain they cause. Good to see your not one of them. Reality may not be fun but it's the only real truth we have. Good poem
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss
ok I love this line
"Your mind
Is like a puzzle piece for my pain"
again tho so angry and at who?
ash
Much Love
Ashley