Today
I sat down on our old kitchen counter
And burst into tears
My body rocking back and forth to escape
The flashbacks
Flashlights
Car crash
The ghosts of my past still waging war
In my tired mind, hurting my tired soul
And I began to scratch my tender skin
Just above the veins of my wrist
And I stretched the sleeves of my pullover
They told me to pull over
On the train tracks
Voices coming back and forth
Telling me to grow up
Telling me to stop
Telling me to forget about the fucked up things
That are still there, that are
Embodied by that man sitting in our living room
Laughing and talking about himself as if
He was the greatest guy that ever walked this Earth
When he's the shit feeding the worms in this earth
They tell me they understand, they feel sad
But what about me?
What about... me?
I'm always the one that has to suffer in silence
And cry and smile and pretend it's fine
I'm always the one that has to scream in silence
And cry and laugh when nothing's fine.
Sometimes...
I just wanna...
Disappear.
Swallowed by the endless stream of blood that comes out of these scars that still bleed.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
