child of scorn
 

Someone like me is better kept away
I knew this since the day, I was born
So many things left to say
But who would want to hear the child of Scorn?

The words dont ever reach my lips,
Lucky you, you don't have to close your ears shut
I already lost my words
Crumbled and dissolved.

The things I need to say do come out,
but in different ways than you'd expect.
It travels to my arms and legs
as I sit in silence for weeks on end.
It comes out through my shaking body
In my sweaty hands fidgeting for hours.
In the tears that roll down my eyes
In the screams that only I know why.
It comes pouring out with the waves of blood,
When I cut my skin. When I stay up.
On restless nights, crying too hard to fall asleep
On days I wish myself death to hurry, please.

It comes out in its own way,
Leaking if I don't let out.
You see it as misbehavior.
You tell me you have had enough.
But I want nothing more, than for you to pay attention to thsee signs.
I want to feel cared about, but you believe you have to be tough.
I continue to scream and shout and you continue to have had enough.

Re: child of scorn
 

Re: child of scorn
 

I thought this was really descriptive. You are quite good at writing.

I hope you know that there are people who would want to hear what you have to say. I know I do. If you ever need anything feel free to message me. :hug:

Re: child of scorn
 

This was lovely. Hugs.

Re: child of scorn
 

Thank you everyone for the feedback.