I don't even know where to begin
To explain the pain we're in
Some of you will know what I mean
Others will will ignore how we've been
Many can understand
Yet most won't hold your hand
You try to explain but your throat goes dry
You try to tell them only to cry
Then they think you are weak
You can't explain in your peak
So you let them believe
As you sit there and heave
You shouldn't care what they say
But you do anyway
Sometimes you think it's worse
Their words altered from the curse
But in all honesty
You just can't explain it
To those
Who have never experienced it
YOU ARE READING
The World Has Its Scars
De TodoA book made for Bondy11 She has requested it to be random things such as poems and short stories. Although the main theme they will be about is struggles. The ones written by me either have "~Suni~" or "~me~" or they will have nothing written, anyth...
