Trauma

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All I remember


Is the shadows

Forming shapes

That violently throws

Me into a place I cannot escape


The fingers in my skin

Aren't mine at all

They reach from within

And rip to form a red waterfall


And all while I'm left confused

They take and take

Just making me used

While they rake


Into my brain

Locking away my thought

Laughing at my pain

They just want me to rot


I'm dead

There's nothing left of me

All I have now is a messed up head

And some burdens that I wish to set free






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