You hear the screams
You hear the hate,
The plyable tension;
About to break.
A tear slips out,
Your parents,
Your siblings,
All don't know.
Your feelings are about to break,
You take shakey steps.
Going to the hollow book.
The gleam of metal
In the darkness.
A slumpy smile to your lips.
Tears glistening.
A drag across the thigh,
Beads of crimson erupt.
A shakey breath,
A sigh of relief,
A window out of this;
Hell.
YOU ARE READING
We Have A Voice Too
PoetryThis is a book of poems of my, and other teen's thoughts. A way to get our voices heard. We have voices too.
