if I let out those screams,
if I show you the the terrors crawling through my skin,
if I can't stop myself from being paranoid,
if I suffocate within the trenches of dejection,
if I make others bleed through my words,
if I ask you to leave me alone,
would you still be there anyway?
YOU ARE READING
Cries that fall on deaf Ears
PoesiaIf you're into reading cliché teenage poems (relatable tho) and you have absolutely nothing to do in this damned world, then you're welcome
