Your lips, velvet red,
your heart, broken, but mending
your body, sore and ridged,
your hopes, high and mighty
but your brain, is forgetful and messy.
You fill your days with sorrow,
memories of your past,
will you ever forget that horror show,
you use to call life?
You tell yourself lies,
just to get through the day,
will it ever be enough?
can you ever be the same?
This poem is perfect. I love how to shows what seems to be a person who is relatively strong on the outside, but inside they are barely holding on. It really shows how messed up our minds can get at times and the things we'll tell ourselves just to keep going.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't change anything. :)
This is Paper Existence from Tumblr, btw. :)