Nobody hears,
Nor sees the bloody like tears,
That I cry,
They wounded even care,
They would just stare,
Each stare comes that of my soul ripping apart unthread,
Face down on my bed thinking why am I here because to them I'm just an untamed, broken, unwanted,invisible soul
Sincerely, Broken
YOU ARE READING
Hearing The Crys
PoetryThis is just short but powerful poems through my eyes and its how I feel and see the world
