Broken soul

Spending days locked away

Behind four walls that are safe

In my room for hours on end

Writing poetry to try and mend

The bruises and wounds from the past

Is there anything wrong with that?

To express myself when I am mad

In a way which no one will be mad at me

Or get myself grounded for a day or three

Still no one understands why

I continue to write

But they don't know what it feels like

To feel so broken inside

Wishing every living day that I could die

Why oh why

Can't you just leave me alone

To me and my writing

With my broken soul.