Blissful Ignorance
He knows
He knows what he does to me
He knows my secrets, everything I've kept hidden
He knows the blood flows from my bony wrists
He knows the bruises paint my body
He knows why my stomach is empty again
He knows I love him
He knows
I swear he knows
I love him
I'd kill for him
I'd die for him
The pain, the tears, the blood
It's all for him
He watches from a distance
Smirking at my attempts to be loved
I need him
I want him
He knows
He knows everything
I try, god do I try
I want to be good enough
I need your help
Stop pretending you know nothing
YOU ARE READING
Confessions Of An Insomniac
PoetryMidnight; the clock ticks, the wind howls, the house creaks and my fear escalates. The noise's are infuriating and sleep wont claim me, all i can do is think. These are my poems; My deepest, darkest thoughts ♥
