For the people who take the time to actually read these poems
The poems of a young sick girl
The confusing thoughts of her broken mind
Thank you
And if you understand my words
I'm sorry
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this
forgot
My mind keeps slipping
I just want to let someone see
A glimpse of my mind
demented
Of what I was and what I became
Forgotten
Alone
Scared
Angry
I was only a child
I had everything I had ripped away from me like it was nothing
My hopes and joys were killed
I ran out of love
And replaced with it anger
Anger grows
It turned me dark
another side
Nothing made sense
Yet things became clear
But soon were clouded by my self destructive mind
Who what where when why
Why am I alive
When will I finally get the nerve to act
Where did I go
What happened to me
Who am I
Who became me
So many voices
And all I can do is wonder
Because we shall never know truth until death
None shall understand and none shall believe
Because none can wait
And none have their own sense of mind
YOU ARE READING
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.
