Because I am the friend with the tissue in their hand
Because I am the one who you'll lean on when you've bled
Because I am the one who'll wipe your face until it's clean
And help you stand up straight and proud while I'm shaking on my knees
But who'll kiss my tears when they land
But who'll pet my soul when I can't
But who will, my darling
Because I'm falling hard
And I don't think I see the bottom
God, I need a hand
And I need a reason
I need a plan
I need something
Or perhaps someone that makes me want to stand
And maybe if someday
Someone decides to turn their head
They'll see my wounds and scars so fresh
They'll see the way I've bled
And maybe if someday
Someone decides to care
They'll see that I'm a lost cause
And there is no reason left to stare
YOU ARE READING
Things I wish I've kept
PoetryThose are all a little poems I wrote. Some of them I was scared to publish and some I couldn't wait to share. I hope you enjoy them and maybe find a piece of yourself in some of them. Stay healthy!<3
