Driftt.

The satisfied look on their faces.
The deep glare from their eyes.
The memories flood
Rushed
Heart taunted and brain aching
What is life?
Can’t even begin to
Try it define it.
Does this mean you cant find it?
What’s done is done.
What’s over is passed
Gone
Over
Forget it
Move on
Thinking you can get the pain out
With a deep slash
You dash.
It bleeds
You cry.
Your blood creeps out, letting loose
The pain that was locked inside.
You drift
A w a y.