The sounds surrounding us are loud
Yet unheard by others
The words come flooding out
Like the blood in the shiningThe lights surrounding us are bright
Yet not seen by others
The questions keep coming
Like a giant 4 year oldThe people surrounding us are stunned
Yet not that shocked
The whispers aren't hidden at all
Like the gift someone wants you to findThe time go by so quickly
Yet it stands still everyday
The labels cut me up inside
Like a tip of a serrated knifeI confess I did it
I did it alright
YOU ARE READING
Nightmares alley : by Isabella Reilly
Mystery / ThrillerCreepy poems, written by myself