Cut It Out
The words are like daggers
And the tears begin to flow
Your hardened heart shows no glimmer
Ceases no light
All you speak is death and darkness
You leave me to die in agony
And quench in piles of trash
I long for something kind and gentle
Like a light switch always swinging into moods
Your corse demeanor your violent explosions
cracks my heart
Lonely and alone
I sit in silence and live in your remorse
For I'm Just a bag of bones.
Copyright © Heather Boardman | Year Posted 2016
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