We turn and we hide,
We run and we cry.
Afraid to let go of our fears,
Refusing to drop our tears.
Storms rage in our hearts,
Smiles forced onto our face,
Yes, we’re doing “alright”
Our troubles you can’t seem to trace.
The ones who have been there,
Need someone for themselves,
For one cannot hold bear their own world,
As well as everyone else.
Hear our silent scream,
Our feelings that have been denied,
The songs left unsung,
Of the freedom we wish to find.
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
