~•Put the Puzzle Pieces Together•~
A Dark Poem
Put the puzzle pieces together•~
The scars you made.
Were all by them.
Every second as the blood drips.
You feel the pain.
You cry at night.
But all that comes out is silence. Between the screens.
People ask but you don't want to waste your breath.
Because you know you don't have too many left.
You feel like a coat of sadness
Standing in the rain.
You know by a single touch.
Your pain will end.
You just know you're not ready for the blow.
You lay in bed.
Looking at the times you used to play in the sandbox.
Wondering how did people get so mean? when you used to be so close.
You can't feel the beat from what's inside your chest.
The knife you grabbed so tightly.
It's now your life.
All you feel from this point is blue.
You're afraid of what's out there.
But if something latched on
You will be fighting for your life until the end.
Put the puzzle pieces together
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