It's easier to keep things inside me, to hide them away from everything ,
but I don't know what to do anymore.
I feel like I might combust.
I can feel the tears forming in my eyes but I keep them at bay knowing I'm stronger than that.
I have to hide my pain.
It's fucked up but i know i have to keep them to myself.
No one will understand what's hidden inside me.
I'm broken like a mirror and there's no one to sweep the pieces off the floor.
I know i need to let things go,
The sexual abuse,
The drug ridden mother,
Even the pain of her hands on my skin, but somehow i'm always defending her.
It needs to stop ,
before I take it to far.
I know I bring them up a lot but my nightmare never end,
they wont stop.
I had another one last night.
It woke me with sweat on my forehead and my pulse through the roof.
Someone come get me before she takes over my being,
I need help,
But do i even want the help.
That's the ultimate question isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
