I thought I was a good actress
I said my cuts were cats scratches
He only shook his little head
Saying that its not worth it
Today he quotes my white lie
There's that smile but I see pain in his eyes
My heart breaks another time
A trigger I have pulled
Incisions on his small forearms
Make me want to draw up more and more scars
His actions making my chest sore
My little boy and I, we're loosing the war
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
Poetrylove is like the ocean. the deeper you go in, the harder it is to dry off and move on Dangers of Love vol. 2
