kiss my cuts ❥ poetry

yelling.

i'm sad and so i write
but where do my little poems
stand in ones life?
why do i continue to write if
i'm never going to be heard?

you became someone
you swore you hated
with your whole life.
how did you do that?

i was taught to conceal my sadness
to never allow myself become vulnerable
for if someone twists it
they'll always have something over you.
but to those who genuinely care for you
don't conceal it
for if you keep it well hidden,
you'll burst.

you took everything
i had to offer
and abused it.

in my village,
i sit on the rooftop and scream
i yell all my frustration out
for all to hear.

-can you hear me