Dried Tears And Lost Friends

Quick poem.

Still trapped inside your own heart, what's beautiful? What's worth your time?

Still naive to all the fake smiles, How many stabs will you're back find?

No place for you to hide away, Do the drugs only delay the pain?

Still wonder why they tuned away, Did they really take everything?

Can't remember her warmth, Only a confession and a winter breeze.

Can't remember him being there, Just a fragile woman always half asleep.

Cant breath without regretting, And yet the eyes never stopped staring.

Suicide won't change a thing, Still alone, maybe not as cold..

There's truth in lies you've never seen, The rabbit hole comes with a tole.

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Author's Note

Plz Comment, Criticize, ect

Reviews

[Alexa]

It's nice has a lot of potential, although you could have gone a little deeper with how you're feeling, how it feels every time to get stabbed. Don't be afraid, good writing always comes from the inspiration of past expieriances.

[Fear Love]

Well thanks, there' alot of meaning behind every line actually. But maybe people can take it how they see fit on a personal note :)