Can you hear me?
From outside?
I'm wailing and screaming,
But you never respond.
Not to the dead of night.
Never to the shriek of light.
You never acknowledge me,
Never respond.
I'm bleeding,
Can't you smell the blood?
It's oozing out of me,
With every step you take.
I'm crying,
I'm so upset.
That you can't hear me,
That you can't see me.
I have to admit,
Being in you is pretty hard.
Let me out.
Share me.
I'm stuck in you.
Let me out,
So I won't be alone.
YOU ARE READING
The Living Broken (Poetry)
PoesíaPoems written by a living soul with a broken heart.
