I swallow back
The vomit of fear,
Sadness and hate
Which wrestles in my stomach.
I hold still the hand that
Wants to hit.
I hold back the tear that
Wants to fall.
I just sit, a writhing,
Heartless,
Soulless
Mass.
Age 16
The vomit of fear,
Sadness and hate
Which wrestles in my stomach.
I hold still the hand that
Wants to hit.
I hold back the tear that
Wants to fall.
I just sit, a writhing,
Heartless,
Soulless
Mass.
Age 16