I feel the voices in my throat,
I feel they pain I see in their eyes,
I feel the slash of the knife,
That made those scars on their arms,
I hear the words that broke them,
It's all whirling around in my head,
I can sense their seasons,
Spring,
Summer,
Winter,
Or Autumn,
I can feel the pressure of the world,
They put on someone else's shoulders,
No one sees me,
But,
I feel everything.
YOU ARE READING
As The World Falls
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry. I've been writing since I was nine years old. Most of it is actually about me. All is mine, unless said otherwise. Please vote, and comment.
