Freak
It's screaming louder
Disgusting
It writes scars in my skin
Over and over I hear it
They never go away
I can't run
I can't hide
I'd say I want to go home but,
What do you do when they come from there?
YOU ARE READING
My Crappy Poems and Storys
ContoI have this book on Quotev and thought "Let's share my weird pomes with MORE PEOPLE!!" So yea these are some poems I wrote a Year ago. I'm not proud of most of them
