Boris Karloff

My হৃদয় is filled with sorrow and pain
আপনি hurt me for your own gain
But I'm moving on to greater things
No matter how much your words sting


I'll always প্রণয় আপনি
But why couldn't আপনি say I প্রণয় আপনি too
Keep moving is what I tell myself
Crying my eyes out all দ্বারা myself


I'm gone for good not coming back
Go in the closet my clothes are off the rack
My pain goes with me wherever I go
I wanna go back but my হৃদয় says no


Tell me do miss me
Probably not because your searching for your key
Don't আপনি miss having me around
If not then but now too late I'm out of town

Sometimes I don't understand
I disconnect my হৃদয় and my head

why
why things happen to the people they happen to
why people hurt other people
why we, he, she got hurt
why আপনি hurt me the way-
pardon me-the ways আপনি did
no twelve বছর old should be hurt and treated the way I was
no one should be hurt and treated the way I was
and I know I danced around the truth
and I know I covered up your tracks
your lyin', cheatin', abusin' ass

আপনি hurt me
but, as they say,
pain demands to be felt

Shard of glass
drops the blood
Could have saved me?
No one
Empty promises
washed down the drain
Memories cut deep
harmful even in sleep
I'm always alone
in this broken home
There's to much blood
I'm not safe
in this nightmare.













~Kayla


















What did আপনি think? Tell me in a মতামত অথবা send me a message, please.

My family tells me that
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.

until আপনি read the compelling
poems আপনি will understand
why my journal of কবিতা
was written the way that it
was,

I don't want people to
look at my journal of
কবিতা and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.

People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
লেখা this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my কবিতা means the way that it
does to me,

Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
আরো belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
আপনি that I don't
প্রণয় you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
প্রণয় me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like আপনি who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted আপনি I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami প্রণয় me?
Do আপনি know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....


Note: this short story is fictional. :)