Scream and yell,
But don't you dare tell.
Hide and cry,
Even if in the middle of the night.
Tuck yourself in,
Think of what is to happen again.
A never ending cycle of tears and scars,
And your own sins.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poems, Sweet Nothings.
PoetryA collection of sloppily put together poems that I make in a form of venting. Enjoy. -- most of them aren't written in the correct form poems should be, i tend to avoid it.
