Barbed on my heart – 2

Drip, drip – red dots On white surface of the sink. Washing away my pain. Spike after spike From my bleeding flesh I’m pulling it out. Barbed of memories, Deep barbed of believes - One by one – away! Tears of sharp pain, I still have flashbacks at nights. I need to pull it out. My opened wound, This bleeding, hurting meat When it will be over? Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…   
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Holding my Heart

I am holding my heart, It beats on my palms. Blood is dripping. I locked my eyes, Staring piece of meat down. Weird feeling. I am furious. Fingers squeeze living shard. Wince of pain. Need to forgive myself. My real life is right here, Not a game. Let my hands down. Put the heart back in my chest. Deep breath, please. You full of hatred, BUT! Everyone makes mistakes. Let it go, find your peace.
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The day I died

Quiet, very quiet, But my heart cried. Desperation. Roses withered: Tears - not enough for them. Inevitability. World froze. My soul shattered on pieces. Agony. My silly life Got ripped away from my heart. That day – the day I died…  
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