Poems from MariamK
What's hope when you feel dead?
It's nothing, just one of those four letter words in the dictionary and on the tongues of those who really...
Am I supposed to stand here and watch you constantaly physically, mentally, and verbally abuse me?
Am I supposed to cover up the scars and...
I write, because it's my life.
I write to relieve my stress, to deal with this cold harsh world
If I can't write, what does life even mean...
I'm tired of living in these confined walls
Always feeling trapped, and often invisible
Not to be seen, not to be heard
My feelings which...