Knock knock**
Who's there?
I've been here for far too long lurking in your shadows, I am whom you love the most and yet only recently arose. You constantly scream for my help knowing I am here, though selfishly wanting to see who cares. Craving to see others hurt dispite how you may feel, like saying you'll kill yourself but knowing it isn't real. But they said it was, they said you had depression, they say your not enough,death a big obsession. They said you were, see were the keyword, your face now forgotten and your name now unheard are you satisfied.
Knock knock**
Who's there?
You've heard of me I can see it in your eyes, behind the mask you wear and from the face you cannot bare. I'll carry you in my arms wrapped in my sleeve, hey baby it's your mum it's time for us to leave.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets untold
PoetryWrap yourself in the sheets of stories/ poems. Pour fountains of the knowledge of haunting silence began by bickering secrets
