Book of Poems.....

Skeleton

Things I thought that had gone away I found out they still alive but I twist the handle to the door and find skeletons still inside.

No matter where I go or where I hide they seem to always find away back into my life.

no one to turn too no one to listen but to judge and criticize.

those words become like knives they hurt they kill but I still manage to heal.

the pain weakens my body but my spirit still stand on top.

all who cared for me and gained my trust somehow managed to turn into dust.

now I'm back to square one of being alone with no one to hold.

the saying blood is thicker than water is a lie for your family is always going to be the first to judge and criticize.

quick to call me a lie cause hell on my behalf.

looking down on me like im the ground you walk, spit, and shit on.

The same family that did things that I was too young to resist.

they knew better but still insist agonizing to me but to them they found bliss.

all of this is in my closet which consists of skeletons