See me,
the scarlet veins criss-crossing
My skin.
Hear me,
the soft sobbing emanating from
My room
The scars are but the
Physical marks
Of the screams
Inside.
They escape me with
Strangled cries, and
Weeping wrists.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
