I’ve forgotten how it feels
To be in love
Pain shoots through me
Like a thousand small blades
...
It cant be easy
love makes pain
but regret makes long stories
they can't hate and love
...
Since i was really young i've always loved to read. I loved symbol and dark stories.The stories eventually got me thinking if i could write something like it. So i entered my room at age 11 with a jornal and three books.Collections of edger allen poe, works of William Shakespeare, Book of poems.When i came out i held my first poem ever... and it sucked :))
Forgotten
I’ve forgotten how it feels
To be in love
Pain shoots through me
Like a thousand small blades
Cutting me apart
Ripping me to pieces
Cutting, clawing, pulling, slitting
The loneliness never felt so full
Filled with screams, cries
Pain, sorrow, anger
My breath leaves
But it never return’s
I struggle to breath
Blood flies
Flesh burns
The tears never come
I call for them
Yell and scream for them
But none come
The room feels cold
Yet I feel burned
The ground dissipates
I fall
So far I feel the warmth of hell
I crash
Destroyed
Gone…