Most people see
The pain I've hidden
They see the scars
On my wrists
Some look down on me for it
And most people see
The darkness deep inside
The humorless jokes
The empty smiles
Some look down on me for it
And most people see
The sleepless eyes
The 'im just tired' replies
Those days when talking escapes me
And I'm more likely to cry
Some look down on me for it
But there are so few
And there numbers are dwindling
That have heard me late at night
Screaming the silent pleas
But they never come by
It's hard when the cloud is visible
(And I know they can see, cuz they talk about me)
And the most they do is wish for better weather
You're allowed to ask me the questions I see burnin on your lips
You're allowed to ask me why I'm hurting like this
But you keep your silence and I wonder if you really care
But then I know the answer, it just seems so clear
They see the pain I'm living
And know its hard for me
But they wish to preserve themselves
From the battle within me
And I find that I agree
I dont need their welfare on my mind too
It's already drowning in that sea
And I've seen rescuers die before
But still it's hard
To know that they know your pain
And do little or nothing to stop it
I mean, they see me everyday
Even a smile or a wave
Can lighten a moody day
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoetryA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
