Lost and forgotten,
Terrified and shaken,
Alone in a world so big yet so small,
Cast out and misplaced,
Unloved and unwanted,
Baby cries haunting at the back of your thoughts,
Heart cracked and broken,
body abused and worn,
Mind shattered with whispers of abuse from years ago,
Soul torn and mangled,
Tears leak and drop,
Religion being the base of all the pain and suffering,
Screams swallowed and unheard,
Time taken and tainted,
Life and its harsh unrelenting reality.
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So yeaaa.... I made this in a low point over a few weeks.... its hard, I know I told yall I would give the explanation as to why I'm writing such dark and morbid ideas but to go through and relive it as I write the origin is rough. Speaking about it has become easy, I can slip into numbness or dissociate as my therapist calls it. I know in my head its not that bad what happened, but in my soul and my heart it hurts so bad. Now I've never acted on an impulse to kill myself or anything so that's good right self restraint?
YOU ARE READING
Poems/short storys
Non-FictionJust some stuff I've created that doesn't quite fit into its own book too short in content.
