Here I am
In Spanish class,
Almost crying,
Feeling like shit.
Here I am,
But no one sees me.
They're playing games and talk about something.
Here I am.
Feeling empty,
Feeling fucked, betrayed, broken, hurt.
Piece by piece I'm falling apart.
Her I am.
But no one cares.
My own mother sees me crying, but she doesn't care.
My father sees me drawing tears, but he doesn't answer.
My little brother reads it, but he ignores it.
Everyone sees, but no one cares.
Here I am.
But not for long.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...