Stitched, Chained, Locked

Seldom do you see

Stories like me

that die and rot

in blasphemy

 

And those who know

please do not tell

I'm already worrying

in my own private hell

 

no one knows what it's like

to sleep without knowing

if you'll ever again see the light

 

no one knows what it's like

to have your body ache all the time

to be confused in your own psych

 

And when he held me in his arms

and when I saw the scars

I knew I shouldn't have said anything

because he was causing himself harm

 

this was supposed to be a secret

that shouldn't have been told

but I knew I couldn't dodge the flood

about what they found inside my blood

 

 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Excellent poetry indeed . . .

[A. V. Madison]

Thanks, Tai :)

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

I really love this poem. It's so beautiful... It would make a great song :3

[A. V. Madison]

Thanks!

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Oh Maddie. Excellent poem

[A. V. Madison]

Haha oh Kenzie xD thanks

[♪The Girl Next Door♪]

:P no prob wifey