unhappy

My heart is

beyond repair

even gold poured

into my open

wounds couldn't
turn me into

kintsukuroi

I've been collecting

things in my chest

Quietly placing them

On shelves of bone

Hidden away were

No one can see them

Tucked neatly
Next to a rotting heart

That has been

Suffering

in silence

Its filled and cluttered
With things I know
I shouldn't keep there

A crushing weight
Wrecking my ribcage

Sadness has made

A home out of me

Words so heavy Laiden

That sank my dying heart

Into an abyss

Nobody without

A broken heart

can write

Worth a f**k

But

I

Dont

Know

If this pain

is worth

the poetry

it births

By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

When you know things
he doesn't know you know

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Pain free flowing through your words. Love gives you wounds but it can also heal if only you fall in love with a true and correct one. When you know things only he should be able to understand if really loves you. If not then don't worry love will find a way!!!!!