Stop I scream
Never does she seem
To understand
My pain at hand
It hurts
Even if its not a slap
Her words make me snap
Into anger and sadness
Falling into darkness
Still hurting
I begin to plead
As my arms start to bleed
Self caused pain
But the words are so vain
Screaming
I don't know how to stop
To clean up the evidence with this mop
Its not like they miss me
She's probably filled with glees
For I am gone
She's free from me
Never again will I be
Here
To spoil her fun
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
