my tears , they are silent and cold like your heart.
your cold words tear my heart apart
i put my face on the ground and cry .
i wonder what it would be like to leave this world behind.
would it be better and safer in the far beyond?
would i find a new, better freindship bond?
would my death finallly make you see
just how much it hurt to be me?
though you do not care when i finally break and cry
i still wonder would you miss me if i died?
sometimes when i hear my pain-filled screams,
i remember when you used to sing to me.
when i remember the song its so beautiful that i dont feel the pain.
my blood covers your hands though it i not seen,
they are stained with my tears and silent screams.
do you not know that words hurt as much as beatings?
maybe you would if the was no longer a ...me. . . . . . . . . . .
you ripped off my wings,
you smiled as i screamed.
you said and angel should be pretty
since i was not why should i have wings?
yes i know. you hate me. . . . . . .
but would you still if you knew how much it hurt to be me?
YOU ARE READING
you dont know.
PoetryThis is simply a collection of my poems and possibly small stories that I write down when I feel overly emotional in any case. I hope some connect and Know you are never alone. Thank you for reading.
