I tore the wires from my heart so I could cut all ties
I threw it into a well and never looked back
The residue of my blood still stains these eyes
This chest stays hidden along with its gash
I carry this bag full of all my mistakes
I tossed it into a well and then I looked away
The heart I hold in my hand, I wish I never found
Although, I fear that it would burst if I ever put it down
I spend the rest of my days in a pool of regret
Drowning in the overthinking and never getting any rest
I wonder what else is at the bottom of the well
Maybe I'll lob myself in one day and never live to tell
- Author: tema ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2021 03:44
- Category: Sad
- Views: 17
Comments1
if you're writing and sharing
its a sign that you're still fighting!
so I'll hope your morose wording
was for poetically, dramatic effect..
keep striving for that better
'fight! fight! against the dying of the light!'
thanks for sharing..
*really liked the levels of awareness
and honesty in this stanza:
'I carry this bag full of all my mistakes
I tossed it into a well and then I looked away
The heart I hold in my hand, I wish I never found
Although, I fear that it would burst if I ever put it down'
thanks for the kind words, i really do appreciate it
i'll try keep that in mind
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