the sting of your palm on my cheek,
the tear that rolls down, turns the world bleak.
the scream that echoes in my mind,
my heart that beats too loud inside.
your words that cut into me like a knife
and my soul that weeps for my life.
you, who raised me.
why give me a soul then strip it away from me,
greet me into this world and then turn it into an early hell for me?
you, who raised me.
why did you even give birth to me?
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryHEARTSTRINGS; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. poetry that will tug at your heartstrings (if you are alive).
