Crimson Love - Empty Breaths

The masklike facade
I triumphantly rouse,
No mask, nor makeup, could hide this bruise,
blue tinted violet,
lain upon my chest,
lungs grasp eternity,
yet falls short.

'thoughts race to find time,
yet always come to late.'

So much hate,
resides in a mind,
of the youth thats been taken,
the bloody reflection,
the scarred wrists,
the self esteem,
thats lower,
than just 6 feet.

'I wish for death,
yet I'm only worthy of life.'

Seen through my pain,
theirs nothing there...
but a bruise never known,
something I've never shown,
an emotion I pretend to forget,
but know all to well.

look closer,
you won't see anything,
no magnifying glass,
nor given heart,
will ever be enough,
to heal Crimson scars.

'I hold every empty breath,
holding it...
never wanting to release,
yet suffoction so willing,
burns the most.'

Crimson Love

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