Words To No One

I sit in the corner with a paper and pen waiting for something to come from within.

I speak no words for my thoughts will leave.

Taking along all my cried pleas.

I want to write I want to smile, but all I get is memories of the now.

The hurt the pain is too much to bear; I wish everyone that hated me would still care.

I want them to feel all the pain that burdens me; I want them to see that I’m not happy.

I want to write so they can read, to understand the love I need.

I fight and I fight but some days are hard, I feel as though I don’t want to live anymore.

The beatings the scars are far too worse; I wish I could turn back this evil curse.

I write because I want to get away, but no one will read my pathetic sad case.

I want to leave and shut the world out, that’s what my writing is all about.

I want everything to end, and I want to run, but sadly I continue to write my words to no one.