Poetry

Dove

In my pain some people thrive,

Some smile, while I search for a reason to drive,

As my arms bleed in a glittering crimson,

I try to break from my mental prison,

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I cling to life, lost in my head,

As most people sleep, I cry myself to bed,

When, I ask, will the pain cease?

Oh, how my bones and soul yearn for ease.

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As the night draws on, I ponder existence,

I feel alone, only dangerously needing assistance.

A hand to hold mine, a safe place to run,

I wait for someone to walk through the door, but nothing. Not even one.

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The events within the dark now revealed in the light,

I conceal my attempts, hidden from sight.

They ask if I'm okay, seeing the bags under my eyes,

I nod and smile painfully again, patterned to their disappointed sighs.

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I try. I make an effort, do my best,

But no matter what, I'll always be inferior to the rest.

I'm sorry I'm not great, always not enough,

I'm sorry I fold when life gets tough.

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Just please don't leave me, you're all I own,

Please don't hate me for the things I've shown.

All I hope is you'll give me an ounce of love,

And if not, death will free me.

Like a caged dove.