Forced out poem. Few people said its good but yea so thats why I'ma post it here.
I am Nobdy
The city goes on
far below you
not caring to feel your tears
mixed in the rain
not listening to your pleads
as they are drowning against that one phrase
“Who are you?”
You are the daughter being raped
day in and day out
with no mercy from your father
You are the depressed son
who hides their sorrows
behind the false smile
You are the brilliant child
forced to dumb down your brain
in fear of being hanged
“Who are you?”
Your memories rip away
torn apart by
pills
shots
and torture
These are no longer your memories
These are no longer you
your soul tattered
laying in you
barely alive
“Who are you?”
The city goes on
not noticing one out of place
not caring what they done
they just move on
as if it was nothing
“Who are you?”
But will they notice?
The thick red liquid
mixing in the rain
falling along the cobbled streets
no longer resiting within your veins
“I am nobody.”
It's A Girl Thing! ♥
A Family, A Home.
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