I'm screaming, but you can't hear me.
I call your name but you don't come near me.
I stand in front of you but you're looking right through.
I cry and I cry but you're never here for me when I need you.
You act like I don't exist,
as if you didn't give birth to me.
I want to share the pain with you,
so that I can heal from the trauma you put me trough.
You hurt me so much
with your thousand painful words.
The one thing I've always wanted
was that you made me feel loved.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
الشعرEnglish 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.
