1 person heard that child through the night, the other is gone the photos from the
childhood don't hold the same smile
One hit her and let it happen
Sometimes having a voice meant you could get hit
Punished because daily as I shead my tears towards the way you touched me I no longer feel the fear more the silence is my inner child be silenced
The emotionally uneeded child turned into longer nights wondering when my last hug was
Oh man he was a monster
YOU ARE READING
Life isn't Easy Anymore
PoesíaThis is poetry or spoken word about how I feel deep down. I want people to relate to it and understand it is ok to be hurting. Also, a very hard trigger warning these talk about SH (self-harm) and many other topics. so please read with caution
