A fear filled little thing,
That's what I em.
I'm always afraid of what'll happen next.
And when I look in the mirror,
I can't unsee,
The marks my blood made,
The first time I had a broken nose.
I can't unsee,
The cut they threatened to my ears.
I can't unsee,
The hole they left behind.
The scars they forced on my.
Though no one else can see them,
For I'm just a fear filled little thing.
A fear filled little thing,
That couldn't even save themselves,
But instead put themselves further deep.
In the blue desert,
That slowly drowned me in the darkest depth.
The darkest depth,
That a fear filled little thing,
Caused.
And a fear filled little thing,
Will never get out,
Because it created this.
It did this to itself.
For no one else to see,
Because they only hit once.
But that's all it took.
For this fear filled little things.
YOU ARE READING
Run from it all when it's all you
PoetryPoetry of a little girl in a corner and the now trying to get her to come out. (May also contain parts of dream journals, some author notes at the end of poems..... And the poems might be depressing or otherwise.)
