I'm still lost...
Lost in thought, lost in emotions, lost in every way...
No matter what you do, I'm still lost.
I'm still in pain...
In pain from the memories, from every mistake...
It doesn't matter what you say, I'm still in pain.
I'm still tired...
Tired of the lies, of the 'happy' faces, of the memories...
It won't matter if I sleep; doesn't matter when I sleep...
I'm still always tired.
I'm still afraid and scarred...
Afraid of the monsters and demons that haunt my dreams...
Scarred from the gashes that I earned as I tried to piece myself back together after every break...
You can try to help me, but you might end up leaving me.
Not like it matters; I'll always be afraid, always be scarred.
My point is that I'm broken...
Broken beyond repair, but that doesn't matter...
At least, it doesn't to you...
You see past all of it...
Your light guides my way,
Your smile eases my pain,
Your warmth helps me sleep,
Your strength inspires me to fight my monsters and demons,
And you've given me the courage to wear my scars proudly.
Though I'll always be broken and flawed...
You helped me see past all the broken parts of me...
You're the reason I found the beauty of my story.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
ŞiirI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
