I wrote this poem years ago. Like four years ago. I still think that it's one of my greatest accomplishments. Some of the shīt that happened in this poem actually happened to me. I was 13 when I finally came clean about my trauma. I wrote this when I was about 14. I'm 18 now. Hope you guys enjoy the dark twisted sense of my mind😊😊
my body is decaying ,
the bugs eating my flesh,
the birds picking at my bones.
trying to get the marrow inside,
the leaves swirling around,
trying to cover up my body,
my lifeless soulless body.
i hear footsteps.
someone is coming!
they see me,
lingering in the cold, muddy, ditch..
they scream.
they run.
i try to open my eyes,
but can't.
i try to breath,
but can't .
i start panicking!
i see a light,
then it burns out..
this can't be how the after life is,
it can't be!!!!!
i wake up,
sweating burns all over my body,
im in pain, scorching pain.
some one help me!
i scream.
some one walks in
i yell..
why am i like this?!?!?
they don't answer
they just walk away
i close my eyes.
when i open them,
I'm chained to a bed
i try to move when some one
whispers in my ear
don't move sugar
i close my eyes again
then i open them
I'm next to a man,
i scream
he looks up
and says
whats wrong honey?
why are you screaming
i close my eyes
and when i open them
im in my soft warm bed
safe and sound..
