Running into my room, I lock the door.
Already crying, I crumple up on the floor.
Tears blurring my vision, I fumble for the knife.
Gripping the handle, it is the only thing that can save my life.
Trying to lessen the pain, but to no avail.
Trying to keep quiet, my heartbreaking wails.
Scoring line after line upon myself.
I don't need anyone, I need no help.
But the pain creeps over me
And then washes me away
I'm drowning, and no one notices.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
