Ripping up my Heart

It's short, not too sweet...

My heart,

Ripped apart,

You may call it art...

 

Blood splattered on the wall,

Were the blade made me fall,

I thought I had it all...

 

You watch as I cry,

And you wonder why,

I actually want to die...

 

The tears that build up,

The cries from the cut,

The saddness in the depths of my sad eyes..

They're shut.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

This is an amazing poem, but I don't like how you feel like this ): xx

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad poem. I did like the movement and the description.
"Blood splattered on the wall,
Were the blade made me fall,
I thought I had it all..."
A strong ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote