So tired of all the constant fighting.
You can't tell she's crying in the dim lighting.
The painful words he said, her mind keeps reciting.
He downgrades her meaningful writing.
So sick of it's constant lying.
Deep down she's quietly dying.
She gets in trouble just for crying.
In her eyes he is a monster there's no denying.
So afraid of the darkness in her mind that is constantly lurking.
Her fake smiles seems to be working.
Just another person's presence is irking.
The Darkness acts as though he is her king.
Chains built of despair and sorrow keep her bound.
She can't help, but wonder will he always be around.
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
PuisiPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
