If Reflections Could Speak...

By SickSanityJenn

Red stain of self hatred on your lips
Dripping delusions from your finger tips
So many internal wounds you pick
You are what you abhor
Sewn back together but never whole
Shattered pieces that were your soul
Holding the hand that made the hole
Nothing to stand for
Withheld words have a bitter taste
Shoes snug with lies you've laced
Turn your back on what you can't face
But you can't ignore
You're so used to burning bridges
Without stability the mind unhinges
Tattered wings with black fringes
Burnt to the core

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Published on Friday, August 1, 2014. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Comments on "If Reflections Could Speak..."

A former member wrote: amazing imagery.... I can so relate to this.... awesome job!
On Thursday, August 14, 2014, Damon Tarloth (142) wrote:

Once broken never to be the same... Even if the outside looks flawless, many scars are never seen, but felt... This piece that you wrote is inspiring me to go write something. Thanks for the inspiration :) I will post it later and I think I will call it Internal Wounds or something like that... This piece is a very powerful emotional piece, Nicely Inked... Your depression flows, Let it go, breathe it in, Take this knife, and drink my sin...Crimson stain, Absorb my Pain, Drowning Sorrow, Drenched in Hate, Razor sharp, Seal your Fate... There may be typos in this as one shot-fine, two shots-the same, ten shots- might have blurage... That word means might be blurry...
A former member wrote: Beautiful! I like your style.
On Monday, August 4, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250) wrote:

Thank you so much. I appreciate the comment and compliment
A former member wrote: You're very welcome.