Another tear runs down my face.
I can't tell if its because Im still crying or from not blinking for so long.
I feel frozen, numb.
I've been sitting in the same position for what seems like forever.
My head tilted to the window, knees pulled to my chest, dried tears on my face and neck, and hands tucked away numb by my stomach.
I am a shell.
Time means nothing, and I feel nothing other than the pain that I still hold inside.
My parents say Im inconsiderate, lazy, and spoiled. I don't feel like any of those things, but how would I know? All I really want to do is to spend time with my mom... She keeps saying tomorrow. As we all know tomorrow is always another day away.
I type this with numb fingers. I don't know if I should just lay down and die or run. Run far far away, find a place where Im not overlooked.
My parents do not listen. I get one word in and then they start to criticize me. I am surrounded by people yet feel so lonely. If only they would listen and get what Im trying to tell them.
No longer do I feel the need to smile, or hide who I am. I am a frozen shell of a girl who just wants to get away from here.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
