Pain
It's aching, it's hurting.
I am screaming in,
Pain!
I am screaming in,
Pain!
So, they asked for my scars
I replie', "heart doesn't show scars".
Leaving me was their good decision.
Like they were the bad-days creation.
I am screaming but no one heard.
Because it's silently killing.
I am screaming in,
Pain!
I am screaming in,
Pain!
YOU ARE READING
Lost letter
Poetryit's just a poem made of many emotions and feelings.... i hope you will love it if you really love it then, show it.
