Our faith keeps me going-
but friends kept me from dying. You encouraged my feelings to kill my own soul, my own heart, my own body, you encouraged it!
No, I know you did not mean to-
I know you love me so much-
but love is a deadly thing, it is what they said, and you really should believe it. It is the one thing i learnt, besides I am great at keeping secrets.
You love me, i know-
but you hurt me too much. Your voice was delicate, but the gaze of your eyes, it was blaming me for everything that we left unsaid.
Won't you stop for one second and look at me?
YOU ARE READING
the Journey
PoetryQuoting the phases of persona's childhood; composed over the years in her distressed journey of emotions- compiled in this book of short poems. Welcome to 'the Journey'.
