The masklike facade <br />I triumphantly rouse, <br />No mask, nor makeup, could hide this bruise, <br />blue tinted violet, <br />lain upon my chest, <br />lungs grasp eternity, <br />yet falls short. <br /> <br />'thoughts race to find time, <br />yet always come to late.' <br /> <br />So much hate, <br />resides in a mind, <br />of the youth thats been taken, <br />the bloody reflection, <br />the scarred wrists, <br />the self esteem, <br />thats lower, <br />than just 6 feet. <br /> <br />'I wish for death, <br />yet I'm only worthy of life.' <br /> <br />Seen through my pain, <br />theirs nothing there... <br />but a bruise never known, <br />something I've never shown, <br />an emotion I pretend to forget, <br />but know all to well. <br /> <br />look closer, <br />you won't see anything, <br />no magnifying glass, <br />nor given heart, <br />will ever be enough, <br />to heal Crimson scars. <br /> <br />'I hold every empty breath, <br />holding it... <br />never wanting to release, <br />yet suffoction so willing, <br />burns the most.'<br /><br />Crimson Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-breaths/
