What is the point of my days
when all I'm left with is my knees against my chest and burning eyes?
I've been here before, broken on the floor
begging for this to be the last time I open my eyes,
don't have ot be beaten to feel bruised.
I don't have to be told to know i mean absolutely nothing to you.
Please let this be the last time I open my eyes.
hi jennifer k... The first part of point of days to burning eyes, has a eye minded catch, with thought into it as a beautiful flow. After that.. well. There can be many version of your thought. This is mind. After burning eyes? .......... I've been before here, broken on the floor. Begging for this to be the last time. If I were a shadow, i'd feel no bruise. If absolutely nothing to you, in me, mean nothing? I could and will, close my eyes until my day ends. Like I said before... it has to have a flow as a song within.
very well done. it seems like you understand some need to know things about life. for the poem id reccomend breaking it up a little more to keep the lines shorter. ill read some more in a bit :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Adam, use shorter lines, and there is always an answer to every question. Might not be the answer you are looking for. Well done.