How am I going to tell the world about it,
How am I going to write about how I lost my childhood days to some unfortunate events,
And teenage years to mental issues,
And my early adult hood in finding the reasons behind why it happened and why I let it take over me.
And these are the years, I am never getting back, I have lost it all.
This is not poetic.
Not a single verse written here is a poem.
It's me bleeding on a page via my words because I have forgotten how to talk,
Because I am not allowed to talk about it,
because my younger self isn't healed,
And my adult self isn't ready for healing.
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I scream and no one hears it
PoetryI scream and no one hears it so I just mold my thoughts into words and pour everything down on pages. My only way to cry , scream , shout is through my words. This is a short collection of poems that I will keep posting here not because I am a pro...
