I think I'm going insane...
I can't think straight, I can still feel the pain.I can still hear the screams...
I can't sleep, for they haunt me in my dreams.I can still feel every blow...
Will this feeling disappear? I don't know.I can still see the knife, buried deep within my thigh...
Sometimes I look to the sky, and simply ask 'why?'Why did he have to be such an ass?
Make me suffer, and believe I was a worthless piece of trash.So now I lay here, broken...
Saying all these things I've left unspoken.Sometimes I just want to say 'fuck it' and go...
But I have to stop, and tell myself 'no!'Because if I do, you'll be hurt too...
And I'll just be known as the girl you once knew.So for you, I must stay...
I must continue to live, continue to play.Life's just a game...
And until the very end, I'll be haunted, by the sound of my voice screaming his name...
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