The shadows speak to me again,
Because they know that I'm in pain,
They repeat the same questions every day,
Why do you care so much about living? Nobody needs you here anyways. Just give up already.
Every day, every hour, every minute, and every second I count every breathes that I take in before the day that I die,
I tell them the same answer that the dice rolls in,
"I have my sisters to take care of.
I have my parents to make their dream house come true.
I promised my friends that I wouldn't attempt it.
I promised my friend that I will always be her sister and stay by her side.
I won't give in so easily anymore.
I've gotten used to the pain and I can resist it more than I ever could.",
I start to hear the sorrowful lullaby of the violin,
Meanwhile, the shadows start to grin at me....making me feel eerie and scared all at once,
They start to shout at me calling me a sinner and repeating the same statement again like a broken CD that won't stop playing,
So what your sisters will grow and forget about you.
Your parents call you a disappointment and they make u regret living too, so why would you do such a thing?
So what if you made a dumb promise with those so-called "friends" did you forget how they could backstab you and hurt you. Did you forget how they can leave at any minute?!
And so what about your "sister" you know that she can't protect you and be there for you every day and every night that we make you feel broken, can she? NO! SHE CANT!
You know that you're still so weak stop trying........unless you want us to break you even more.
We wouldn't mind breaking you and making you become more useless than you already are.
I start to sit on the floor of this dark room,
The flowers that are in my heart try to bloom,
Its sweet perfume consuming this room,
Making this dark room brighter,
I turn myself into a writer,
To write my story of the broken girl having a happy ending,
I stand up and I open my wings,
To become a fighter,
To take all of the wins,
The shadows try to destroy my springs,
I untie myself from their strings,
Take my yang arrows filled with my hopes and passions,
I let the arrows go through those shadows and demons,
Turning them into ashes,
I have my seasons back with me,
I know that they will try to come back,
But when they do,
I will be even stronger,
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My Life With My True Feelings
PoetryIt's a poem that I did for fun. I hope yall will like it! (n u n) And I mostly express my feelings and with my sorrows. And I write about my depression at times and if I feel happy for once I will write a poem about it. (Btw this is the same just in...
