the way you spoke
sent shivers down my spine
not that you said it in a scary tone
but in such an angry line
"why do you do that to yourself?
what is it with self-harm?
do you feel any satisfaction
seeing cuts in your arm?"
i did not cry,
no, i did not
i just bit my tongue
and let my guts turn to irreparable knots
why is it that when i ask for kindness
you turn to shout?
why is it that when i ask for you to understand
you make me feel like i shouldn't have let it out?
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
