They say,
to heal a wound,
You need to stop touching it.
But how can you,
When you know,
it's going to scar?
Stay with you forever,
A constant reminder,
Of how you was too scared,
to do what you wanted
I know I'm weak,
I'm trying!
I just can't bare,
To see it grow.
The pain.
It's growing.
It's always there,
And It won't ever,
Go away
Go away!
Let me live.
Let me cry.
Let me feel.
Feeling keeps me alive.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it burns.
Can't you hear me?
Can't you see me?
Why won't you help me?
I'm screaming.
I'm crying.
But you don't hear me.
YOU ARE READING
eccedentesiast
Poetryeccedentesiast (.n) someone who hides pain behind a smile. a book of poems. WARNING there will be no trigger warning before each poem, read on your own accord and discretion.
