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***