Harsh

A Story by KennedyGrace

I hate writing discripsions

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are opened hands are fisted
Deep inside I’m warped and twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many when’s & too many whys
Never special & never gifted
I’m just me, warped and twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the numbers unlisted
Lost in someone, just warped and twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the indivisible blood I’ve bled
I’m not gone, my mind has drifted
Don’t expect much, I’m warped and twisted
Burnt out, washed, empty, and hollow
Today’s just yesterdays tomorrow
The suns burned out
The ashes drifted
But I’m still here all warped and twisted