Hurt

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal

The glass walls around my heart

broke n pierced into my own heart.

I didn't fell the pain but I was bleeding.

The tattooed rose around my scare

started to have a tinned of red cause

I never gave it time to heal,

but that made it beautiful

I was hurt and left heart broken

by my loved ones.

The world I saw with my rose colored glass

is now a battle field filled with sorrow and bloodshed.

My cold eyes shows others

I lack love but my love for you

was so real that I forgot myself and

I never knew whether I was loved back.

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal