I hate this "house"
i hate how it makes me
i need to escape
i need to get away,
they don't see my attacks
instead they see my door
i want none of them here,
i'm full of anger
just not sure at who...
7, 36, 4...
no names, just numbers
no breath, just air
no life, just death
i hate this hell hole
i hate how it makes me
i need to escape
i need to get away...
but i can't
- Author: Bloody Pen (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2019 11:52
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments2
this was an awesome read 🙂 thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much and no problem, sharing really helps : )
Very nice job...and the reason is because you write it in a way that leaves the reader with different possibilities s to what you are referring to...yet, only YOU really know what exactly you were writing about...so, it becomes all the more brilliant of a write..nice job..fully enjoyed...take care and keep writing and publishing , for the sake of this site
Thank you, i really appreciate what you have said and it's nice to know that people are genuinely enjoying my pieces also that there are people such as you who understand what i'm trying to do as a writer and enjoy it, again thank you.
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