Pain is tears sprinting down
your cheeks, not caring
enough to wipe them away.
Letting people call you names
because you believe them to be true.
Screaming into your pillow, late
at night when no will hear you.
Accepting that people don't care and
them shoving and hitting 'til your back and blue.
Never knowing who to trust and go to.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
Pain is tears sprinting down
your cheeks, not caring
enough to wipe them away.
Letting people call you names
because you believe them to be true.
Screaming into your pillow, late
at night when no will hear you.
Accepting that people don't care and
them shoving and hitting 'til your back and blue.
Never knowing who to trust and go to.