Woke up with a cloudy morning
With heavy thoughts haunting me
Thinking of what could happen next
Worrying about who's gonna leave again
Having fear of feelin depressed
Noticing scars dont heal fast
Replacing a broken heart with a much fragile one
Giving a fake happy life to the world

The Ocean waves its greetings to the Shore,
gently tickling the tips of his sand with
her wet fingers

she sighs at the contact
breathing in before heaving back
in sweet repetition
this brazen exchange

I sleep with all those disappointed
Who failed in fighting for truth
A funeral, a purging hurricane
My body a casket of flowers.

Love Mary x

You have the smell of feeling something,
but the touch of regret.

Warm hands,
but a cold heart

You're like yellow,
a representation of happiness and sickness.

I try, yes I've tried.

I try to see the good in everything.

I've tried to see the good in everyone.

I've tried, yes I try...

to care but none seems to care.

to be there but none is really there.

Often I'm left alone

To fight my misery on my own

I try, Yes I've tried...

To be insensitive, heartless and inconsiderate.

To be cold as this world is,

So cold making anguish freeze.

So cold like the Indian ocean's breeze.

My heart is a prison with frozen rotten carcasses.

A mortuary where the dead have none to claim their forgotten corpses

I do not bleed over the page
Poetry is not sweating from my pores
I tend to ***** out my words