Your bruises become wilts
And you sit alone
As your emotions build.
You reach for your phone,
And your spirit is killed.
They kicked you and left you bleeding
Regardless of your sobs and pleading.
Day after day, you take their beatings.
You say to yourself "No more."
And you become numb in your very core.
To you, death is an ocean,
And you're standing on the lonely shore.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
