Walking around my room again,
oops, I bumped my head.
I get up and keep on walking,
all around my bed.
***
Memories start to return,
I walk another lap.
An echo in my memory,
the yell and angry slap.
***
I shake my head,
try to forget again.
Everything I am,
hates what I have been.
***
I want to run away,
it would be easier then this.
But I have a little sister,
I would dearly miss.
***
The screams next door get louder,
it's mom and dad fighting.
So I just sit here and
keep on writing.
***
I finish up and sadly smile,
I know I won't be missed.
Ouch! Oops it seems,
I may have cut my wrist.
YOU ARE READING
Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
