Whispers and laughter fill the hall
Everyone's pointing...at ME
I'm trying to stand tall...
My eyes can't help but see
What's starting back at me through the screen
The words...
Can't be unseen...
I heard...
The loud sound of my internal cries
Someone...HELP screams in my mind,
The words on the screen are telling lies...
Is there anyone out there who is kind?
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Hours
PoetryThis is all self written poetry about when someone is at there lowest and all their thoughts are hurting them. Some of the poems have mentions of suicide and other triggering stuff like sexual assault and more... I hope you all can relate or connec...
