Eye closed,
your face,
your touch,
"No!" my mind yells.
Hands overhead,
pain all over,
eyes never open.
"This can't be real!"
my mind screams
Hallucinating- I wish,
nothing makes it better
This is real.
"Daddy why?"
whispering into darkness.
Afraid of the dark,
at 22.
Scared to be home.
Everyday,
alone at heart.
Only thing I need
is love.
All I know as love
is this "family"
Is this love?
Or is this torture?
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Poetry Collection
PoetrySome poetry. It is dark and could be triggering to some. I use poetry to get emotions out on my darkest days so it's not very happy.
