my room is a mess
and my cat scratched my chest
and my wrists and my thighs
and i don't know why
but every night i cry
as the voices in my mind
destroy me from inside
saying, "you'll never get better"
so i go and write a letter
about the things i never said
and i put it beside my bed
but then i shove it in a drawer
because the things i wrote before
mean nothing anymore
and i lay on the floor
feeling numb to the core
i hear a knock on the door
it's my mother
there's worry in her eyes
as she cries
and asks if i'm alright
i lie and say i'm fine
but she comes a little closer
and sees the emptiness in my eyes
and the scratches on my chest
and my wrists and my thighs
she grabs my bleeding wrist
and shouts "what is this?!"
"they're just cat scratches, mom!"
i lie, and then i'm gone
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
