My Notebook....

I like quiet places,
To sit and write,
I fill these pages,
I write all night.

Shadows creep across the page,
Dreams and thoughts come into mind,
Lights flicker with silent rage,
And in this notebook my feelings you’ll find.

I write outside,
In the whispering breeze,
I write at night,
With fierce and ease.

Noises from other houses,
I block out,
I’m in my little bubble,
Where no one can get in or out.

I block out my parents,
Screaming and fighting inside,
I block every little noise out,
In this notebook I hide.

I write about my secrets,
About getting rid of pain,
About my blade and razor,
About all of my shame.

I write about my true love,
And how he no longer wants me,
He dumped me in a ditch,
Because we could no longer be.

I write about abuse,
About me screaming and kicking,
As my dad drags me up the stairs,
Constantly hitting.

I write about the horrible kids at school,
That have no feelings at all,
They don’t care about me,
They don’t help me up when I fall.

I write about you,
How you’ll judge me by this poem,
You think you know what I’m going through,
You think you know all that happens in this home.

~*I know this isn't one of my best poems, I recently found it in one of my old notebooks...from when I was like 11...Please comment AND rate...it's very important to me*~