Living Nightmare
One final blow and I slip into the unconscious
The shadows make their way over to my broken body
I try to open my eyes but I can’t see past the blood
Tears slowly roll down my face, falling into my palm
I try to stand but I fall to my knees
My body reeks of betrayal
I’ve seen things that no one should ever see
I’ve felt things that no one should ever feel
I am worthless in the eyes of my abuser
What would you do if you mouth was stitched shut?
If your eyes were blinded by evil?
If being alone felt like needles were penetrating your dying heart?
I push myself up once more and walk over to the shattered mirror
Who will love me now?
I examine my appearance once more before I paint on my fake smile
No can help me, I am broken
One final look back at my nightmare and I walk out into the shallow world
I’ve never been more alone
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Confessions Of An Insomniac
PoetryMidnight; the clock ticks, the wind howls, the house creaks and my fear escalates. The noise's are infuriating and sleep wont claim me, all i can do is think. These are my poems; My deepest, darkest thoughts ♥
