I like to write
People think it's a strange hobby
I like to feel;
Even stranger
I like to mix the two, pour out things I tell no-one
Hush
Don't tell anyone
I thought I liked this guy
So beautiful and sweet
I thought he liked me too
I made up lies in my mind so I would feel good about myself.
I experienced the hardest year of my life
No death
Just the dying noise of my faith and my will to live
I'm still waiting,
Waiting for a miracle
That will restore my self-esteem and my beliefs
Hush.
Now you know,
Don't tell no-one.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PoetryA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
