Torn Poem by Unic Cjonr

Silent whispers weep.

My wrists are cut.

My heart is wounded.

My veins bleed.

Still, you refuse to see.

My eyes burns.

There is no time to turn.

I am torn.

My tears are free.

Why was I born.

I am falling.

I fell.

I struggle to stand.

I am on a battleground.

Dead is my land.

I am lost.

Lust is what I found.

My blood is drying.

I only see dunes.

I stare into the mirror.

The glass is cracked.

The frame is on fire.

Leaking sand.