He cried when he thought no one was looking.
Why would someone care even if they did see?
He thought for sure no one would,
But he hid them anyways out of pride.
He never spoke against his parents,
In hope that maybe they would realize he was good,
And then they would stop hurting him.
But it never worked.
And he still came to school with clothes hiding his bruises.
She wished she could make them vanish,
But she was only a child with an innocent mind.
YOU ARE READING
Shattering Roses
PoetryThese are a bunch of poems I wrote in my spare time. Just about all of them are dark and gloomy. Which is kind of odd since I'm a pretty positive and cheerful person.
