The pain is crushing me like my heart against my rib cage.
It slowly settles beneath my skin letting me suffer through the pain and guilt.
My parents are enjoying the torture that is killing me and pushing me beneath the ground so they can't hear the sorrowed sounds.
My hopes and dreams were cut up and felt to bleed out singing the woes of never being for filled.
Suicidal actions were made
giving the world darker shades
As they laughed and said
Their goodbyes.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
