Try not to let him see you cry.
It can be your own personal lullaby.
Those bloody tears can mend your pain.
Your not obsessive.
You just hope in vain.
Somehow all the past would go away.
Yet it appears bright as day all the same.
It's still there in the back of your mind.
The hurt is still there
You can never shake the thought away.
Your not nosey when you peek around.
Your just still weary and unsure of what to do.
You close your eyes and count to nine.
Just sing your broken lullaby.
You leave your heart wide open.
And still you get hurt all the time by the deal
Once it's made those tears do flow
You find sanctuary in the comfort of those tears
That bleed down your arms
Revenge is a thought but never done
Sometimes you debate whether or not
To put him through the same shit he did to you
But again you don't you smile and push through.
Like nothing is wrong and hide the scratches and scars.
YOU ARE READING
Inside my soul : a book of poems
PoesíaThese poems are what I have written in the past I haven't wrote anything new lately. There may be some triggers as to suicide ideation, abuse, and addiction.
