Why I keep asking.
Bloodstained sheets.
Brocken and beaten
To the ground.
Why I keep asking.
Why did I not put up more of fight.
Crying in the shadow of the night.
Why I keep asking
Laying on bloodstained sheets.
Why I ask as you step away and turn of the light
And I lay on the bloodstained sheets every night
YOU ARE READING
Tears wash over me
PoetryJust some poemTears wash over me Flooding every part of me. Calling out Can't take the madness. Is it only me? I try to fund the will to live. Tears flood every part Calling reaching in every part of me.s of pain and many more poem...
