The Song of The Siren

A remembrance for what a fucked up world we live in. I wrote this for the girl who doesn’t have a voice. Neither a voice of her own. Because I see her at playgrounds. Silent.

I was a tortured soul thinking that I would become a bird who would fly.
Sometimes he hit me.
Sometimes he touched me.
I faked smiles not because I didn’t want to but because I didn’t want to.
I made no friends because no one would hear my voice out loud and sometimes he would hear my voice.
In water.
Sea witches cackling,
Mermaids’ songs being untold.
Long forgotten and never really remembered.
When a siren cries she cries pearls.
What will I cry, when I am pinned down and constantly….
FUCKED
All my life….
Is a siren’s song truly forgotten?
Those who are brave are strong enough to look round for help.
This is for those who are unwilling like I do not hear her but know she is there.
CRYING
ALONE
She sits in her room and sits sometimes looking up at a worn out ceiling and cries….