a story of us--pain

alone. lost. broken.
these words will never be spoken.
pain. misery. hell.
we feel this but no one can tell.
look. listen. speak.
... help us, dont be weak.
bruises. scars. cuts.
we hide them and no one gives a fuck.
please. help. now.
this is going to be our last bow.
already. too. late.
it seems to be our fate.



---this poem isnt that great, i know. but i just started this website, and i do write way better poetry, but ive never posted any of it online. so srry if it sucks. :((