I have something to say
And I want to scream
But you cut me off as well
In a bitter, sour plea
Everything I love about anyone else is destroyed
I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream
YOU ARE READING
As I left
Poetry"As I left I thought I heard the Doors creak and the walls weep And I was so sure you would Wake..." A collection of stories from my childhood, written in digital ink as poetry. Some are old, some are newer and some I haven't touched in years...
Queitly labouring hate
I have something to say
And I want to scream
But you cut me off as well
In a bitter, sour plea
Everything I love about anyone else is destroyed
I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream
