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Empty Promises
Empty Promises
I don't know what is true anymore,
a man storms through my door.
So many lies fill my head,
I still remember what he said.
His raspy voice,
itching my brain,
wanting out!
He was evil . . .
with no doubt.
He tore me open,
looked inside
and i wondered . . .
was it too late to hide?
Would he knowall my secrets,
my memories,
my fears?
Or was it just a sick game,
to put me in tears?
I feel stuck in this nightmare,
not even cared to be set free.
Trapped behind bars of empty promises,
I scream and scream!
I'm not crazy!
Please, someone get this demon out of me!
I'm no longer in control of what I do.
I lay here with a broken heart,
because of you.
A gash in my wrist,
blood on the floor,
a blade in my fist
and still you want more?!
Written by: Mariah Dalli
I don't know what is true anymore,
a man storms through my door.
So many lies fill my head,
I still remember what he said.
His raspy voice,
itching my brain,
wanting out!
He was evil . . .
with no doubt.
He tore me open,
looked inside
and i wondered . . .
was it too late to hide?
Would he knowall my secrets,
my memories,
my fears?
Or was it just a sick game,
to put me in tears?
I feel stuck in this nightmare,
not even cared to be set free.
Trapped behind bars of empty promises,
I scream and scream!
I'm not crazy!
Please, someone get this demon out of me!
I'm no longer in control of what I do.
I lay here with a broken heart,
because of you.
A gash in my wrist,
blood on the floor,
a blade in my fist
and still you want more?!
Written by: Mariah Dalli
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