It's been easier to look down on me lately,
Since I've been doing things in hiding,
Things not to take pride in,
I need someone to confide in
and I wanted it to be you,
but I don't get to choose
Cause,
The same hands used to soothe my wounds,
Can't heal my heart too.
I'm already in my 20's
but I wasn't ready,
I keep my head down
and my eyes low,
trying to keep it steady.
Whenever I attempt
to express these thoughts,
you add a suppressor
So how can things get better?
I cry so loud it's like thunder in the rain,
By the time they reach your ears
it's like the crackling of champagne
You make a toast in my face,
ignoring my pain,
As I breakdown my grievances in vain
And I want to accomplish something,
But the only thing I can manage to do,
Is be useless to you.
And I'll stop singing blues
once I get used to abuse
I'm just mentally exhausted
and my body's following suit
So I'll write poems
since I can't write specifics
It's hard to live in the moment,
It's hard to stay focus,
when death is your opponent.
And the doctrine of life is love,
So what happens
if I'm missing it's one component?
I know my words carry weight
and they may get to you really late
But don't run away,
because of the things I say,
I promise you I'll be okay...
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Poetry"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still." - Sylvia Plath ( All Rights Reserved) NO COPYRIGHT in any way shape or form. Must have written consent from me. Only quote if you give credit ❤️ Some featured photos aren't...
