Them

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Me against them,
No one understand why I am against them,
They made me turn my back on my family and friends,
It's okay that you'll never understand.

As the knives dig deeper into my back,
I forget the happiness that I once had,
It destroys me every single day,
But what she said is still swirling through my head and its making me go mad.

Crying as they shove me,
Yelling as they hit,
Sobbing as they yell and burn me with cigarettes,
Pushing and pulling,
I tried striving and crawling,
Looks like nothing I do will get them to stop hurting.

I make my cut deeper,
Deeper than I should have went,
I'm sobbing loudly as I I grab my arm in a tight grip,
I scream for help,
I plead for forgiveness,
I beg to stay alive,
I cry in the darkness,
I start to feel lightheaded,
And then I collapse,
They heard my screams
But left me for the dead.

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