Empty
Dark
Depress
Loneliness
Force
Fake
Scream
I’m Fine
That’s all the sorrow I keep within lock in a caged hold that keeps on getting deeper and deeper bars, getting wider and stronger filled with black thick magna that Burns and kills ever inch of a smile, laugh, love and demolished.
All those words use to describe emotion that make a person HUMAN………….Am I One? Or am I not worthy enough to be Happy! Singing Joy , passing love day by day………….Am I going to make it to the present Or am I going to finally take the Knife and end This misery full of dark angry Clouds , bleeding hearts, fake twisted reality and Am Fines!! Am not…..
But I think it’s the way I was brought up as a child to keep my feeling to myself, Don’t cry out for help even if you are standing at the edge of a Cliff.
Don’t let people see your Pain , Your ok , stop thinking negativity your only causing the person around you Pain……………Mom I’m the one in pain…..you think me thinking about ending my life is soooooo normal.
You’re a TEENAGER that’s what all they think about DRUGS, BOYFRIENDS, FRIENDS, PARTY,SEX ALCOHOL, but don’t worry it all will pass over it’s a stage that everyone has to go through.
Mom I’m not Ok……Help me feel, Help me learn to Live, Help me to be happy, To fine hope , to fine my prepuce. But when you talk about me a Mistake and that you just want to run away because you don’t have no one to care about.
WHAT ABOUT ME?
WHAT DO I DO?
WHERE DO I GO IN THIS TOXIC WORLD THAT HOLDS Soo much Pain PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY, MENTALLY… Am broken MOM!!! And this SHOTTERD GLASS CANT BE GLUE TOGETHER TO GET THE PERFECT SHAPE THAT IT WAS BEFORE this world Droped it…. Am afraid of what the future holds. Am afraid of DIEING. But at the same time I DON’T WANT TO OPEN MY EYES Anymore.
It take a lot of energy that I don’t have just to FORCE MYSELF TO DON’T CRY….I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE SAD!! I DON’T WANT DADDY TO GET….SICK BECAUSE OF ME, HE CANT TAKE ANY BAD NEWS HE’S NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDY ME BEING DEAD………. I’M NOT OK!.......THERE I SAID IT…..i need help.
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Unseen Truth
Poetrywhen all doors are close and no-ones watching. .......Who are you? ........who Am I?
