tw: abuse
when we were young we
came up with our own reasoning
for storms, and indirectly
reflect the life we were given.
rain is the tears of god,
she cries for hours at her
parents hate for the other.
lighting is the cracks and whips
of every hit taken by her father.
thunder is the brutal screams
that never seem to stop ringing.
sometimes i wish rain was just water
lighting was just light
and thunder was just noise
but it seems the tears keep flowing
he keeps fighting
and they never stop screaming.
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
