Judas Kiss
The
way you kissed,
Is
how you enriched
My
soul which was in mist.
And
how you insist,
To
lose my instincts.
And
now you’re treating,
That
event as oblivion.
Like
it never happened!
It’s
just my vision.
It’s just my vision.
Unspoken Screams
Dear God, Why can't I scream, at the top of my lungs when I'm angry? Why do I have to think about other people and what they'll think of me when they don't even know about my life? Why do I have to choose to slide down my bathroom wall and cry? Why can't I just be me? Why can't I scream and shout? Why do I have to hide my vulnerabilities? And why do I have to add the tag of being overdramatic when I express my true self? Maybe I don't want people to run away from me, thinking I'm a lunatic. Why do I make people laugh About the things that hurt? And since when did we start Counting physical harm as self-harm And excluding words from that list? And if you knew I was doing self-harm, Would you have stopped me? Would you have embraced me and listened? Would you have allowed me to scream and shout and make all my inner demons deaf? Would you have said, "Behold, not my child, unleash thy inne...
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