I was sitting
very quiet and calm
like I always do.
My nails digging in my palm,
all I thought about was you.
"You need to stand up for yourself"
that's what you always said.
So that's exactly what I did.
As my palms dripped red,
my composure went and hid.
I snapped.
Screamed.
Destroyed.
Cried.
My words spat out like bombs and my only thought was pain.
I've got half moons on my palms and your echo in my brain.
I snapped all on my own
and now I'm afraid.
I'm alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
