I fell.
A couple years ago.
The blood was raked on my skin
I had no choice but to wipe it.
My dad saw
He got scared
Thought I did it myself.
I showed him wrong
He smiled in relief
Little did he know,
I had scars beneath that
Hidden under pants
And long sweatshirts.
Forever ago it seems
That day
A few years ago
When my father almost saw the real me.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poetry Book
PoesíaHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
