Same Old Song | Teen Ink

Same Old Song

April 9, 2012
By Yasmeen Magar BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
Yasmeen Magar BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

I was a broken record
playing the same old scene
the guilt
the despair
the hate

my tears were silent streams
that always kept strong
the sound of a banshees
screaming at the top of their lungs
inside my head

The hurting, so intense
like nails ripping my body to shreds

I wanted to die
I wanted it to stop
I was betrayed

I was explosive



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.