by velvet kiss Nov 16, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I'm the girl. a child inside afraid of the memories murned into her mind... they haunt me. she sees them she hears them they just wont let her go the things that She feels she never lets show the words wont come out her lips just wont move so much to say means so much to prove her tears flow at night so no one can see no one can question.. not even he she cuts in her sleep pierced with screams when awake her eyes are bleeding its too much to take she chained for fear anything but whole memories are murder and their killing her soul |
Cool, this one feels like it just flowed onto the paper. It has that raw quality of a soul crying out... Or maybe I'm reading too much into it. You can sense that you were in pain while you were writing it. Getting those emotions across to the person reading, that's the task of the poet, and you did that well. I look forward to reading more. |