D: It kind of hurt to read this.
[i]Devoid of the happiness you trust in so blindly.[/i]
That line is brilliant. Devoid is such a great word, first off, and then it provokes a lot of thought into being happy.
[i]Blood seeps from the open wound at my wrist.
The red paint no longer brings
the same satisfaction.[/i]
This makes me sorta sad. I wish I could hug you. But the way it's broken up is nice and artistic.
[i]Misery can't get enough of me;[/i]
I normally don't like rhyming, but this one was subtle and classy. It sounds like a line in a song, it's great.
[i]These walls are tearing me apart,
The way you once did.[/i]
That. So much thought came from those two lines.
Overall this was excellent, despite it being such a sad poem. You have a great way with words, and the way you broke it up was perfectly fitting.
I don't even have any suggestions, honestly. This is perfect and twinged so many nostalgic heartstrings.
[i]Devoid of the happiness you trust in so blindly.[/i]
That line is brilliant. Devoid is such a great word, first off, and then it provokes a lot of thought into being happy.
[i]Blood seeps from the open wound at my wrist.
The red paint no longer brings
the same satisfaction.[/i]
This makes me sorta sad. I wish I could hug you. But the way it's broken up is nice and artistic.
[i]Misery can't get enough of me;[/i]
I normally don't like rhyming, but this one was subtle and classy. It sounds like a line in a song, it's great.
[i]These walls are tearing me apart,
The way you once did.[/i]
That. So much thought came from those two lines.
Overall this was excellent, despite it being such a sad poem. You have a great way with words, and the way you broke it up was perfectly fitting.
I don't even have any suggestions, honestly. This is perfect and twinged so many nostalgic heartstrings.