I scream jnto my pillow, hoping someone will hear. A plea for help, questioning why I'm even here. I howl, shouting help, but still, he leaves me, feeling pathetic and weak. I scream into my pillow, tears streaming down my cheeks, terrified of those floorboard creaks, cause its my dad coming up the stairs to tell me to quieten down, cause he's watching TV, I'm screaming into my pillow, what more could you expect from me?
I scream into my pillow, dampening with every ragged breath, my throat getting sore, I wish I could be a bird in the willow trees, spread my wings, soar. I scream into my pillow, who cares? Not my dad, not me, nobody. I shout, a pitiful plea for help, who hears me? I scream into the void, get this monster out of me. I scream jnto my pillow, do you hear me?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
just poems, I am thirteen years old, so don't expect much
PoesíaJust some poems that I wrote. J am thirteen, so sorry if they are a bit crappy, but I have school and stuff and i created my account yesterday and stuff. All poems belong to me, and me only. Sorry for cheesy description. Good bye peeps!
