She screams
at no one
and at everyone
really she screams
so she can feel alive
she is so numb
she is really just angry
that her life is a like
watching a silent film
so she screams
to fill some void
to cover up her mistakes
me, her first mistake
runs out
slamming the screen door
I am always running
running, running away
I can never get away
I retreat
into the only place
that I can escape
my mind
far from the noise
In my mind
I try to erase
all the pain
the hands across my face
blood spilling
from my mouth
bruises and welts
grazes my body
This is too much
to erase,
to retreat from,
I hide these scars
scars from the life
I'm trying to leave behind
©ShawnaRenea
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
She screams
at no one
and at everyone
really she screams
so she can feel alive
she is so numb
she is really just angry
that her life is a like
watching a silent film
so she screams
to fill some void
to cover up her mistakes
me, her first mistake
runs out
slamming the screen door
I am always running
running, running away
I can never get away
I retreat
into the only place
that I can escape
my mind
far from the noise
In my mind
I try to erase
all the pain
the hands across my face
blood spilling
from my mouth
bruises and welts
grazes my body
This is too much
to erase,
to retreat from,
I hide these scars
scars from the life
I'm trying to leave behind
©ShawnaRenea
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