Poem -

Skeletons

Skeletons

can i call them skeletons if I can't close the door        
no one knows that I'm a whore                                    
would it matter anyway 
if this all got out would anyone stay.
they all want me when i have things to offer
Can't expect much else 
even from my father 
he looks down at his little girl
"don't talk' he says
your better mute.
you have no worth
so take the boot.

these thoughts they stay in my head 
these thoughts come out when I lay in bed 
those demons I wish they were dead
these thoughts of mine have that effect 
 regrets i can never forget
 
why am I the way i am
why can i not raise a hand
am i coward
am i fake 
should i end my life with a stake 
maybe I'm the demon 
maybe i deserve hell
can they all see
can they tell
I'm not all light 
I'm mostly dark
Oh God!
Don't let them see my heart.

these thoughts they stay in my head 
these thoughts come out when I lay in bed
those demons i wish they were dead
these thoughts of mine have that effect 
regrets i can never forget 

what about all the things I've done
all the hurt has just begun
this monster inside cannot be tamed
oh why does she control my brain
the only way to end this hell 
is to bid this world a fare well

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Crow

Very dark, really well written and delivered. Well done.

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