Bruises are covered and scars will fade but I never forgot your anger that day,
Anxiety and hatred thrown around the room, kindling my temper that I have pushed down too soon.
Your words like knives poised at the blade deadly but meaningless much like the words you say.
I muttered my defence but it was torn in half, overlooked and dismissed like most of my past.
the screaming and shouting is something that I always dread, been walking on eggshells since I could sleep in my own bed.
You will never see the tears or the pain but i know scars always fade.
S.G-B
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My Sea Of Poems
PoetryJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
