My mother beat me today.
Not with her hands,
Or the kicks of her feet,
Or with a switch or a belt,
But with cold looks,
And disapproving words,
the obvious neglect
To kiss me goodnight.
And I showed no pain,
But I will cry myself to sleep.
There are no marks on my back,
But my heart is black with scars.
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
