A Cry For Help
The black of the night hid my scars
Taking strain I count the star's
As the tears burn through my skin
And his heart so paper thin
My soul tearing
Him not caring
As I lay there in the snow
Knowing I am my only foe
With little strength to compare
These memories no longer could I bare
These awful thoughts much like darts
Send a sharp pain straight to my heart
I scream but no-one hears
There falls more acidic tears
Copyright © Elain Mangelsdorf | Year Posted 2016
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