A tear is the pen
The woes are sheets of paper...
I said I'd never take them
I promised to myself...
Too tired to get up,
But not tired enough to sleep...
Started writing my feelings down
about my abuse as a child...
You make me want to,
rip you to shreds...
Bridges are burned and then they fall,
His deceitful ways destroyed it all...
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But you leave scars that are never shown...
She holds the book to her chest,
Almost clinging on for dear life...
I am sorry, mother
I know you mean well...
In one world someone is abused.
Their mind is being exposed to torment...
This was an experimental poem. I saw someone do a...
P.S...
I used to see you each morning,
when I awoke to start my day...