Your words hit me, like an iron whip, slashing through my skin, going deeper than my physical scars have ever been,
Sure, they're only words, they hurt emotionally, you may or may not see my pain through my tears, but now I've a tattered heart,
I've grown tired of crying, I've grown tired of feeling, I've grown tired of trying to fight back, so ill just disappear for a while into the pitch black,
I'll sit inside myself, while I hear your terrible lullaby, playing over, and over in my head...
Obscured memories with faceless people, you will all be in my story of life, you will all be the characters of villains, I suppose that makes me the victim, but now...
I'm wondering...
Where's my hero?
YOU ARE READING
"Poetry: From the Mind of a Girl Who's Alway's Running"
PoetryThese are poems that I've written. They're personal I would say, but I'd like to share them with anyone who's willing to read them, who can maybe relate. I'll also put some on here that I have that I've read before that I've liked and have been able...
