Poems of Pain and Solitude

anyone?

the metaphors to explain so desperately

the literal meanings i couldn't figure out.

i needed something to be my release,

something to help me free the things in my chest,

i needed a place where i didn't have to be at my best.

i asked myself in the dark

if i was okay,

and the echoes of lonely sobs

were my only response.

it was as if i was getting ready to yell

for this whole time, going through hell,

but after all of this silence,

pain like a quiet violence,

i couldn't find the voice to breathe it all out,

and i forgot what i wanted say.

i left home because i needed to leave something

see what it felt like, to feel.

i sought for more, i sought to fly always higher.

but i was getting scared of the fall

and how it only gets taller to crash harder.

spent my entire life

wondering how to be something you don't regret

to be something worth being remembered.

no one heard my screams or even my dreams

they just wasted their time looking at my defeats.

i wish i was doing better

but i'm not and i don't know how to say this.

i don't know who'll land on this letter

but i hope you understand what's in your hands.

only the old soul of a little girl who didn't feel whole.

A young woman.