Her

She stares into my soul,
As I try not to scream,
So her feelings of hate,
don't creep out once again.

I scream in my soul,
and in my heart,
would my angel needs to come now,
the moment of truth is needed,
before the end becomes a fact,
instead of a freak feeling.

I step onto my feet,
but she pushes me back down on my knees,
I cry,
knowing that this is the time,
to give up.

Reviews

[Tyson Haynes]

Hey :) I love the poem. Pretty deep. ;D