if it is my caring
if it is the sharing of my soul
then yes, perhaps I am unhealthy
but, i am no dangerous disease
if it is my meaning
if it is the things i am dreaming
then maybe i am the unwanted flu
but, i never made you deathly sick
if it is my smile
if it is my helping hand
then the unseen fever is true
but, i never felt your forehead burn
what's unhealthy
is the sickness of such an indifference
the impurity of such misunderstood minds
unable to comprehend the code
if it is my love
if it is my words
then i am the cause of your blackened lungs
but, where was the chronic cough
if it is my face
if it is my moral tastes
then i understand the abuse
but, where were the heroin loaded needles
if it is my world
if it is the way i feel
then i see the blood trickle from cut wrists
but, where were the blades hidden
what's unhealthy
is the separation of a friend who meant the world
the dying fuel of my current expression
that has led to such deep hurt
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
These are pure emotions uncut and raw. Journey well to anyone who reads these words, whether it's my friends, or simply a stranger. God Bless.
About Me
- Ishvara
- Los Angeles, California, United States
- Welcome to my version of therapy.
These are simply scars inked into the book.
Poetry © of S. Khan.
Fellow Bloggers
Permanent Scars
The Breakdown
- Poetry (221)
- Inner Thoughts (15)
- Quotes (7)
- Music (1)
Blog Archive
2 comments:
You know Sajj. I know who you are talking about here. Being that I know her and I know you. I think she's going to realize true friends are rare. Don't worry about exactly who I am. Just know people got your back, they just can't say anything.
-Someone who matters
Um thats nice I guess. But who the fuck is this?
Post a Comment