Silent is dark at night,
right where I lie,
in my cold bed,
I do cry,
some many days,
just go by,
when kids are happy,
all but I,
I shake with a feeling,
I must die;
Cause I'm not whole,
I'm just pieces,
my memories,
are just souvenirs,
of my haunting past,
haunting my present,
I blame myself,
for all the bad things,
I punish myself,
like you would a dog,
for tearign up a good shoe,
screaming wont help,
not even,
banging my head,
into the wall,
people tell me it'll be fine,
that it will go away,
but they dont see,
what I do behind this door,
inside these open walls,
I cut myself,
to try and make it better,
what I do everyday,
I see death lurking,
in my dreams,
even when I'm awake,
it's in the dark corners,
of my room,
but maybe it'll get better..
By:sweet.x.juliet..Sarah
(I credit my bff..Ariel)
A contest entry
- The Battle They Can Not See by thegoldenpath.
600 points, ended May 20, 15 entries
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