Broken bridge
I’m jumping off this broken bridge. Never be the same. My tears fall through the blood. I am the one to blame. I suffer in the blackened water. Holding my long lost dreams. Holding all the pain I threat. I just wish you could read. I wish you see inside my head. The fears I choose to hold. The tears and blood I choose to let go. I wish you knew everything without me saying a word. But you can’t no one could. My mind is guard by a wall. Not letting many in, incase they fall. My blood falls now on the floor. The black water absorbing it. It’s the cure. Cure to peoples sadness,pain but not my own. My own suffering remains here. I feel so alone. Fallen through hell. My eyes pure blood. The Fallen Angel final shown. No heaven above.Broken bridge
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Tags: Loss , Dark Poetry
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