The cries and screams I let go at night,
Never worry a soul as I have no light,
The pain in my chest,
Hurts like the rest.
And yet you walk all over me as I am no use,
Would it be helpful if I let go to?
NEVER MASKED
The pain I'm in is never masked from my face,
Yet why can't you see it?
Am I that unimportant,
That revolting,
That it's better to ignore me than giving me time at all.
NO JOY
The gun on the ground,
The note in my hand,
Brings me no joy as I can not stand.
My knees are to weak,
As weak as the blood, that travels down your head and makes me go numb.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is just a description it is not in the book: The water travels down your checks, Sad and broken is all I see, You have no hope, no love as you fall to your knees and brake down again. You were so happy, But now I can see it was for her Never...
