What I use is my secret to keep
My broken hear speaks the least
My tears that stream never peep
My scars do the talking for those who do no
A broken heart that mends so slowly
Tear less eyes learning how to cry again
An arm so cut and so scarred spoke so loudly
They talk but no one seems to listen
They say
“let me be free, free so they can see!”
But when there free they never do shut up
“eyes on me! Eyes on me!”
They seem to scream
So my words become mumbles then silence
“let me speak, and you just shush!”
So i hide away so they do not see
Long sleeves and jeans become my new found friends
But for if they see
My scars will scream
By Mia
Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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