He calls her liar
She calls him a hypocrite
Liar's pants go on fire
So I guess he mustn't be
Their fights don't remain unheard
As the children listen in
Abandoned like a roadkill bird
The realisation hits
Yelling gets louder
Until it turns into screams
The smash of a bottle of clouder
Pierces the heart of innocence
Later that night, a child breathed her last
As blood trickled down her wrist
She did it so she could run from her past
Maybe the parents shouldn't have screamed so loud
If they hadn't, she'd still be here
But they did and she broke
Being the eldest, it made it clear
Her existence wasn't special no more
YOU ARE READING
Sad yet true poems for people like me
PoetryThese are just poems that I thought about and made up. It's my way of venting off and letting stuff off my chest. They're all based on what's going on in my life and how I feel.
