Every single thought
Every single memory
Rips me apart
I feel the place where my heart once stood is now empty
I can't bring myself to breathe and allow myself to feel
It just hurts me so bad
Everyday is my walking nightmare
My next misery
And I don't know when or if it'll ever come to an end
I just pray with everything in me that it will
YOU ARE READING
Strikes.
PoetryPoetry of abuse, pain and suffering. With every strike there is light at the end of the tunnel.
