A Tortured Mind And A Shattered Heart
This mind is full of
A mind that was once
beautiful and bright,
Now dark and tortured.
A heart that was once kind and whole,
Now dark and shattered.
Shattered with a slim possibility
of finding the pieces.
Each clear shard is a memory,
a piece of my love,
Each shard stained with my blood,
my pain and sorrow.
This mind and heart are almost
What seem to be separate physically,
are what is working together for a common goal.
The common goal of my pain, ...