My environment is traumatising me.
Things I see everyday in the news,
They're horrifying
A man died in the neighbourhood I live in
I saw the blood all over the street
Just there
Dried, a man long forgotten...
I know I can't say much
I know I don't have the right to complain
But it is killing me
Even though I'm sitting in my room
In the comfort of my home
I still can't get out of the house
Because the possibility of me being killed is very high
I don't wanna get killed
I'm too young to die
I'm exploding from the inside
But I can't let them win
I can't cry and let them win
By giving up I'm letting them control me
I can't let that happen
I have to stay strong
Survival is the best revenge
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
