A Collection Of Self Written Poems.

Ah, When I Could Still Cry.

When I tell it to them.
It sounds so real.
But when I say it to me.
It sounds so fake.

I can't hurt others.
So instead of spreading my hurt.
I spread it to my skin.

I cry out water.
And bleed out red.

The voices in my head are yelling.
They kick and pound
Leaving black and blue

Ok, so. You guys know I appreciate you, but, my mum and grandmum found this account. I have 2. So, I'm guessing that they want me to delete this. This was my way of expressing myself, and hopefully, find others like me to talk to. I adore you guys, but honestly? It feels like no one's reading anymore. So, after the next chapter, I'm deleting this story once the last chapter has at least 5 views. So, I'm sorry.