My Story Of How I Feel Poem by cris son.

I'm running through the woods, blood dripping from my wound
I'm trying to find away out, trying to go home
I hear the voices, there footsteps behind me
I trip over a tree root, falling fast to the ground
Scrap my knee, as they catch up to me
With there knives and pitch forks, they point
Witch they call me, with such fear and hatred
They pick me up, tie my hands behind my back
They take turns on me, beating me, raping me
Till I'm nothing left, but a scared little girl, brought back from my past
They tie me to the stake, torch the grass and logs around me
The heat and fire arouses around me, a scream of fear escapes my lips
I know I'm gonna die, as a tear rolls down my face
I look at them all, as they watch me burn
Screw you all, I wish I had the guts to say
My skin is burning, pealing off my body
I want so bad to live, to say I'm sorry
As I stay there, tied up against the log
Slowly dying in a painful way, but I deserve it
For betraying everyone I loved
I'm a witch, heart full of pain, hurt, afraid of everything I feel or touch
I couldn't find my way back home, I couldn't escape
I'm forever lost, burnt to a crisp
I'm going to hell, goodbye my lover







By: cris son
Age: 20