Broken Glass

Poetry, Writing

I would salvage my breath
When I swallow my heart
Once the mind is too hollow to think
Though I will never give up in the fight
If I’m similar to a broken glass
I will make them bleed
If they make me cry



Poetry, Writing

I am a rose, my petals fall
Not due to the seasons
But inescapable time
Passing by like hourglass sand
Through dry fingers
Still walking, all broken
The thoughts in my mind
A heavy weight, crushing me
I am a ripped bag, I fall apart
And cry, and cry and cry