Calling out for help

by babiiface   Mar 23, 2009


My lungs are sore from all the screaming Ive done,but you haven't heard a word.burning up in hell is the feeling i get when you run through my head..sweaty and scary..

i don't know if your watching me, you probably shouldn't. my eyes are burning red from all the crying. the bruises on my body,filled with such hate from your fist. inside I'm dying.

yes,your killing me slowly. my heart is cold and dry, you made the smiles and giggles disappear within your presence..

physically I'm weak,my body cant keep up..emotionally i don't feel anything anymore.mentally I'm dead..

this is me calling out for help..

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