He said words don't mean shit to him
Though for me it's always been art
Now his voice rings in head
And its really making me hurt
My hearts tearing bit by bit
I'm holding tears as I speak
I should have learnt to conceal how I feel
It's like I chase and you keep pushing me away
It hurts me ;but words don't mean a thing
How else do you want me to speak
when my art is nothing
My heart feels empty
Though my art has drops of blood
Some have drops of tears
Others have thoughts of death
Though all with you had love that's pure
But you said it don't mean a thing
In my head I still hear you say
YOU ARE READING
NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
