Why can't I write?
Where have the words gone?
Where has my voice gone?
I try to write
but no pain can escape.
Who would understand anyway?
Who would care?
I have pain taped to my walls
and my parents didn't notice.
So why would you?
Who cares
about my voice
silently calling
when others
are verbally screaming.
I'm hiding
while they're trying.
Why can't I write?
Have I finally given up?
I know I'm not good
but it always helped.
So why not now?
My cuts are gone.
He talks away my depression.
I write for him
but it isn't the same.
I don't care anymore.
But I want to try
for all my readers
who answer when I ask why.
Sorry I've been gone
when you wait patiently.
If you ever need to talk,
I'm coming back slowly.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Death
Puisi***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
