Crying out loud
Doesn't feel right.
Neither does shouting
Or putting up a fight.
Tears aren't endless-
My throat ran dry.
People stopped caring.
The world was a lie
I found some paper,
An old, used pen;
Turned my inside out;
Let my emotions rule again.
Paper after paper
Filled with words in ink...
No need to worry.
No need to think.
Let it all go
The scars run deep.
It's bleeding out.
This is what i keep:
A boo
"You say you're not going to fight
Because no one will fight for you
And you think there's not enough love
And no one to give it to
And you're sure you've hurt for so long
You've got nothing left to lose
So you say you're not going to fight
Because no one will fight for you"