This is not my dream
to be a walking corpse
traveling on an uneven cracked road
scared to look up
hiding trauma behind a flat expression
with every essence of life stripped away
and an unheard voice screaming to be set free
with lungs of stone
and fear struct to breathe out.Stuck in a loop
of a painful secret
with a love-hate relationship with my abuser
who's damaged by her own foolishness
and shamelessly chokes me
with her false love
with her kind lies
and with her own hands.
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.