My writing would bring you to tears,
Because all I write about are secrets and fears.
Listen up let's start with my mom,
She did terrible things because I wasn't strong.
I'd get beaten and bruised and left in the dark,
Screamed in my face, you should have seen my thoughts.
No one knows what my childhood was like,
They think my mom's a angel, yea fucking right.
She scarred me for life,
She's the reason I cry.
I wish everyone knew,
What she put me through.
This place that I live in that's not my home,
In here with my "family" that I wish was gone.
These people drive me crazy, need to get away,
If I don't I'm gonna snap one day.
Burn this house down with a can of gas and a match,
Listen to screams as bodies turn to ash.
YOU ARE READING
UNSPOKEN
PoetryUnspoken is a book filled with poems and songs I've made throughout my life. Each chapter will be either a song or poem. They are similar to what many of you have experienced in life... featuring love, heartbreak, loneliness, etc. These are all the...
