February 1st, 2023 20:03
I have a mother, just not a mom.
She is what I'm running from.
You took a big part of my life.
I begged you to stop, I cried and cried.
I was a hostile in your hell,
You took my heart, made me a shell.
No feelings left inside my chest.
I just feel so fucking depressed.
You took some things I'll never get back.
The hole inside is all that's left.
The things you said are on repeat.
Like a broken record,
your voice is speaking to me.
I want to say goodbye and die.
I wanna live, not just survive.
My head is full, my chest is empty.
It hurts so much, I wanna be free.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
ŞiirEnglish poems, many come from a dark place in my heart. Copyright ©foodandagoodbook. No part of this story may be copied without my permission. If this does happen, it will be reported immediately.
