How it Feels

A poem by speechless

This is how it feels:

Love is terrifying

Happiness is a knife

Roses are Death

I try to love them

Me--alone in a world filled with crazies

Me--a snake as cruel as the burning sun

I am only a reflection

I am a tissue: used and thrown away.

So this is how it feels:

The past is a shadow

Tears of blood

Life begins to fade.

It is more than just a lost life.

Coins will buy no time.

Author's Note

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