~the Secrets~ Poem by carly bachor

The taste of regret burns in my mouth.
The thoughts of death choke my train of thought.
My tears destroy my dignity.
The yelling and violence are murdering my sanity.
That deep knife-like pain that lay deep inside me reveals it's self.
Blood drips down my arm, staining it.

I bite my tounge till i taste blood to avoid the screams and anger that i keep a secret inside.
I fake a smile on my face to keep people from hounding me, but inside are the biggest tear drops making their way to my tear ducts.
It's not like anyone would care anyways....

People tell me to go die everyday.
Im tired of being judged, and taken advantage of.
what i see in the mirror just dissapoints me.
Reality spits in my face.
hm, i wounder how many people will actually care....