Cry cry cy

This photo was taken about a week and a half ago. Some times life gets too much and all you can do is cry.

I wrote this poem a few months ago. I have posted it in my other deviant art account and hence it is copy righted. So no stealing.

Shattered and Bleeding

Blood dripping, heart beating fast and tears raining heavily.
My bloodied red hand prints all over the room, over your life.
But they are not really there, they don’t really exist.
You put them in my mind, you tried to imprint them deep in my conciseness.

I slowly back away from your lifeless form.
I do this steady for me not you, because I couldn’t stand to have your death, your suicide on my hands.
I can hardly breath.
Your suffocating me.
Playing with my head so much so that I can’t even think.
Trying to reclaim myself I cutch my head, blood drips from my hands. My face is stained.

You’ve broken my heart, shattered my trust and you still want more.
There is no more that I will willingly give you.
To break what isn’t yours,
To shatter something that doesn’t even exist.
How could you?

You rise,
I back away, willing you not to see me,
You look at me unseeing,
I brace myself for a fight.

I scream at you, “How do you hold something that is unattainable? How do you crush it? And minimise it existence even further?!”
You dissipate and there is nothing left. I fall to the floor shaking, unable to breath and my guardian swoops down and breaths new life into me. The experience you gave me will only make me stronger.