Poem with no title #8
My heart was aching
It was calling out for help
But no one could hear it
It was barely above a whisper
My eyes we're crying but in silence
The help was hidden behind my words
It was trapped behind a smile no one could understand
My brain being a powerful demon
Stayed frozen
Trying to scream
Suffering and in pain
I cried out in the dark
Wishing
Hoping for a speck of light
But none came
It suffered in my cage of darkness
Until I screamed and knocked on the walls
Giving myself bruises
The pain felt good
So I did it again
And again
Until my body became colourful paint splotches
It went on and on never stopping
Until I found a speck of light
I tried to push it away
Afraid of it
But that light was here to stay
Slowly the bruises went away
My mind being lit up with happiness
The pain is still here
The pain is still buried
But at least I have light
I'm greatful for those lights
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