Hiding in my room,
listening to their screams.
Crying out for help,
only to be ignored.
Remembering my past,
wishing I could forget.
Writing it all down,
watching everything burn.
Screaming in my head,
scratching at my skin.
Crying from the pain,
tearing up my veins.
YOU ARE READING
My Pomes
Poetry***WARNING SOME CONTENT MAY BE DEPRESSING AND MAY TRIGGER SOMEONE***
