I cannot believe I have not posted for a whole year!
I blame my GCSEs.
Ruin my whole LJ life.
But now seemed a good time to rejuvenate my LJ posting.
I have written a poem. And so now my graphics journal becomes a creative journal instead.
My Torn Heart
There it is all torn...
Struck with a blunt blade.
The tears were deep.
Over and over.
Left torn, open, bleeding.
In pain it kept the beat.
Over and over.
I never did like stitching.
The needle goes in and out.
Over and over.
Almost as blunt as the blade.
Piercing through the flesh.
Over and over.
Erratic shaking from the torture.
As I keep that needle stitching.
Over and over.
Each thread makes the hurt a little less.
And that's why I have to keep stitching.
Over and over.
But my heart still lays here, torn...