Cut me open and I won't bleed,
Cut me open and you will read,
All of my poems and all my writing,
And all the fears I've been fighting.
I won't scream when things go wrong,
Another excuse to shout, is what I long,
I'm sorry I'm so introverted,
I make everything seem deserted.
My social skills are down to zero,
Even if my online life seems like a hero,
But I'm no longer that person today,
Talking out loud? No. I have nothing to say...
I want to say something, please let me speak,
But that's not how I work, I'm feeling defeat,
I want to say again, please let me apologise,
"Please help me up?" - "No." I'm trying to rise.
You strike me down, like a bolt of lightning,
You can't stop what I say from fully igniting,
I'll rise above my grave, full of flesh,
Then you'll regret, when I return to suppress.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: With a thousand words; and a million more reasons
PoetryA collection of poems produced by yours truly. My aim is to inspire people in their daily lives, maybe even relate to a person or two along the way. I like writing to relate, whilst having fun and expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings througho...
