She's too fat she's too skinny
Why doesn't she talk
Why she doesn't smile
What are the cuts on her arm
Why is she always crying
She must be trying to get attention
Voices I hear
They never seem to care
All they do is talk like I'm not there
They don't know
What's going on inside my home
They don't know
Every time my mom comes through the door
I'm always getting thrown on the floor
They don't know
That my dad sexually abuses every chance he gets
They don't know
That they escape I have is to take a blade to my skin
To remind me that I'm real and that I'm still alive
As the blood drips on to floor
I hear a knock on my bedroom door
That reminds me the nightmare that I'm leaving isn't over
They don't know
That I stuff I do isn't for show
YOU ARE READING
They don't know
PoetryI was in the shower and I thought of this poem. So, I thought I'll share it on here with you guys. To see what y'all think about it.
