It hurts
The wounds that no one can see
They tear at my insides
Begging to be free
I will stop them
No one needs to see
They are a battering ram
Breaking free
Tears leaking from my eyes
I can no longer see
It hurts it hurts it hurts
How did you get free?
YOU ARE READING
Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
