Random past love. #1

It's describing how I felt when I was losing my mind.

Love comes in many forms.
A pretty face has demon horns.
Between my mind and heart is torn.
Do I show love or just the scorn.
I know its said that blood is red.
I know its true that sad is blue.
If I try ill always die and arise in pain that's overdue.
What do you do when you're better off dead?
Blood,sweat and teardrops have all been shed.
Head and heartache fill me like lead.
She pulled the trigger and all has gone red.
Was she real or was she fake?
My love, my heart is one mistake.
How much pain can one man take?
All alone and about to break.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think? I don't often edit my writing but I put this one in order..

Reviews

[charlie peairs]

you are a work of art hun,

[falling_toxic_rain]

I like it....it seems true. I think its okay how it stands.