Sadness envelopes me again
the fighting all of it, I want it to stop
the only person human I trust is my boyfriend
he knows, he knows I'm sad
he's the only one I've told
I can hold it in long enough
before I break down in person
tears streaming down my face
I just want someone to hug, only he can do that
he's far away though,
my dad is the one fighting, so is my mom,
my older brother is also fighting
the young one's feelings are known,
mine are only to a few people
to bottle them like a new soda bottle
then I cry at night
I hear the plop of salty tears on my bed
why must they fight, why must they make me cry, why must they scare me
my dad's and brother's anger scare me,
my mom's great pain I see saddens me,
I want something to make this all stop
why can't it just stop.
They are hitting each other, yelling,
why can't it stop, why must they fight
I end this poem with my crying voice
To stop this fucking stupid fight.
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Inner Workings of My Mind
PoetryA bunch of different poems and thought processes I've had and finally have the guts to share. I hope you guys like them. *NOT MY PICTURE.* credit goes to who ever made the awesome picture that I'm using for the cover. I personally found it on Pinter...
