Thread: life behind walls...

Originally Posted by whitewolf-

Drowning sadnes in bottle is growing like a weed in my garden.
Finding myself like a abandoned rag doll from the floor.
Millions pieces of broken glass surrounded on me.
It must been a war, more i dont know to tell.
Foggy room without sunlight try to tell stories from yesterday.
Must be wise words.. not so ready to listten yet...

Voices from my head...
or it might be real, i cant say...
Dark blood bleeding from wrists still.
These legs wont hold no longer..
All flowers fade after some day...

..hmm things sometimes must fade before they can bloom again..try once thinking that way

Great poem!!!..always been a fan of short good poems..great!