I'd like to start out by saying
I'm sorry for the years of silence
My voice box seems to have
Faded with the violenceI swallow my pride, I try
I can't help but scream and cryBecause your voice still lingers
In the widest of space
Where I stand alone
With a bag over my faceIt's because you're ashamed
It always stays the sameBut it's no matter I'll just
Start stitching up my wounds
Seal them with a stamp of oil
That poured over your headThat would never meet my own
Because I never received
Your love or your grace
You looked down on me
Like some kind of disgraceNow I'm pleading for answers
To why you shut me out
Once you slammed your door
You're ears turned inside outYou could only hear your own mind
And it whispered to your heart
Down through bones and nerves
To spark the silence and start
I'm sorry for what I've ever done
Imm sorry for what I've becomeI know it's been so long
Since we've even said a wordBecause each one is loaded
With a double meaning
Like a double edged sword
Leaving both of us bleedingNow I scramble to find
Sanity left in my mind
But the river is dry
I can't even cry
The tears I once shed
Turned to wishes I was deadI could be better for you
I could've been a better daughter
But it seems my colors were out of control
You committed manslaughterYou took a knife to my heart
Twisted it deep in my soulLeft it there to keep my alive
Keeping the colors inside
But I'm a walking ghost
Deader than mostBut my peaceful demeanor
Gave way to my color
And to mask me again
I would never recoverI'll bleed my true colors
And these you will never hide
Now that my shell is shattered and gone
I can do no more than show my pride

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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts