Spilled blood

Who could say I was wrong?

When I was the one experiencing the pain.

Maybe it was you all along,

Slowly and painfully driving me insane.

Why was I the one wiping the bloodstain off the sheets?

When it was my blood that you spilled.

And so I fell down and lied on the concrete,

Waiting for my dreams to be killed.

The pain is so excruciating,

And I felt like I was collapsing.

But your eyes were just so captivating,

Even if I know that being with you is aggravating.

But what now?

Time is still passing by,

But my shadow is still stuck with you somehow,

Still there attempting to die.

And all my heart has been shattered into pieces,

But that’s find as I have learnt how to cope with this emptiness.

I’m still here waiting to be released,

From this prison cell of nothingness.

so i wrote another poem, i dont think its that great but i feel like it'll be great to at least post something. So well I wrote this.

Please comment what you think or tips and thoughts~