InsecureA Poem by Flower Child
I used to be safe,
I used to be strong, but my insecurities have returned and who I was is gone. You were my refuge, you were my shelter; the only one to make me feel safe. Where did it all go wrong? How can we make this right? I'm sick of all the bloody tears, I'm sick of all the fights! I crave for the cold blade, the taste of fresh, warm blood. As the storm wrecks all inside me and i drown in my own pain, my shattered soul still walks around like me and you can watch as the life drains from the deep cuts on my wrists and my dark, twisted eyes: and then you watch me go insane...
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