Wishing I'd die
They said I could beat him
They said I could fight
All this time I knew
That they weren’t right
I can’t beat something
As cruel as him
I can’t stop the hate
He feels deep with in
My body is hurting
He’s yelling at me
I’ve tried to hide
But I can’t flee
His hate haunts me
Even when I sleep at night
I don’t understand
Why I can do nothing right
Badly I try
To push the tears away
Praying he’ll stop
And that I’ll be okay
He makes me tired
He makes me drown
I know I can fly
But he’s keeping me down
As he raises his fist
I silently cry
Taking the pain
And wishing I’d die
YOU ARE READING
This is real, this is me
PoetryMy name is Kyran Byrne. I am not a poet and I am not trying to be one. I have simply always been better at expressing my feelings through written words, then when trying to speak them out loud. I am coping with a lot of problems and I am not expec...
