These shadows torment me
I'm so scared and I don't know why
My chest is tense
I feel like I can't breathe
I want to throw up
I want to cry
I want to hide
What makes me wonder is that why do I feel the need to write it down
A legacy?
To be heard?
So I don't feel in vain
Yes that's it
Everything is going by so fast
It's scaring me
You say you know
That you get me
That you have been through enough to know
You have not known me
until you have to walk down a rainy street in the middle of the night because you can't go home
Until you have to go house to house each night because you don't have anywhere to sleep
Until you have been pulled over by the police past cerphew
And you can't say anything because
"what happens at home stays at home"
Until you have been kicked out of the house by the person you though would always be there for you
Until you're contemplating suicide when your ten years old
I'm curious for when someone will finally realize
I'm sick
That I am not normal
That I've been so sad for so long
When will they see my tears
I've been screaming for seven years now when is someone actually going to see
That I am sick
That I need help
Or it might have been already too late
And no one is caring about me because I'm inside my grave
Why do people try to forget the past
Because some people were left in the past and they were left alone
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My Tortured Cries
PoetryHow I think. How I felt. How I've almost dies so many times. All because of my mind. WARNING: this story contains sensitive content. If you are sensitive to self harm or suicide please do not read these poems.