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Screams, shouts, crashes, cries

When darkness falls

And swallows me whole,

When my soul leaves my body

And I’m no longer living

Just existing,

When I’m drowning in the

Yawning waters that

Crave to taste my

Bitter tears,

Echoes of

Screams

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

Ring in my innocent ears.

 

They paint my mind a shade of grey,

Stain my childhood like

Ink on a linen cloth,

Bleeding until I’m nothing

But darkness.

I’m covered in invisible scars from

Every time you grasped your

Cold, strong fingers

On her scarred neck,

Wishing to remove her existence

In front of my pleading, teary eyes.

Echoes of

Screams

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

Ring in my innocent ears.

 

Im branded with the plates, cups, mugs

That you shattered in a fit of rage,

Shards of glass

Hidden under my cold skin

Digging into my life

As you muttered death.

Pieces of me shatter

As I grow in silence,

Learning that I’m always the problem,

Learning that I’m always the cause,

Learning that you’d be better off without me.

Echoes of

Screams

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

Ring in my innocent ears.

 

Wiping your tears,

Hiding in the car

From the unrecognisable monsters

That grew in our love-

Broke my innocence.

“Hush, they still love

Even if they hurt.”

Words and moments that

Sting my heart when they

Come flooding back,

Drowning me in my lost childhood.

Echoes of

Screams

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

Ring in my innocent ears.

 

When you scratch the

Polished glass

You trap me in,

My body makes a cold embrace,

Sending goosebumps around my ruined skin

Waiting to attack as we all

Plead my heart to stop beating,

So I can flee from the cage and the

Echoes of

Screams

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

That ring in my innocent ears.

 

When reality replaces the echoes,

When they are no longer the past

But the present,

When the angry monster comes again,

They conjure up the

Flame that ignited that day,

Burning inside,

Slowly eating at my flesh

Until I’m ashes of the

Scream

Shouts

Crashes

Cries

That pain my vulnerable ears.

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Written by
guerrilla_poet
15
Published
Mar 23
Lines·Words
94·342
Notes

13:15 23/03/26 wondering if you were right about me not having a childhood

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#family#pain#screams#shouts#crashes#cries#childhood#poem
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