She's screams
And screams
And screams
Until her throat is raw
She screams and begs
For someone to just listen to her
For just one moment
For what she has to say
But they never listen
Until it's too late
Until her throat is bleeding
Until she's too spent
To speak up
To even whisper
But even then
Their actions don't differ
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Poems
Teen FictionThis is my way of expressing my emotions other than scarring my skin. Feel free to take a look at the deepest darkest thoughts conceived by none other than my mind. I would say enjoy, but that would be a little bit too ironic.
