As I feel the bare white walls beneath my fingertips
I let out a sigh
Will I ever escape
Will I ever make it to the other side
Tears begin to flood my eyes
Dripping like a faucet that has been cracked
Like water that can't be dried up
Just an endless flow of pain
"Over here!"
"No, over here"
I dry up my tears and quickly try to escape the voices
But they never seem to go away
Always a constant burden on my mind
Always something, that I'll never forget
Something that I'll never be able to escape
My own mind is playing tricks on me again
And it'll never stop
The endless sorrow
Will it ever end or will I?
YOU ARE READING
Strikes.
PoetryPoetry of abuse, pain and suffering. With every strike there is light at the end of the tunnel.
