Sometimes when you have spent a year or two sitting by yourself, and you still haven't gotten used to your own company...
You start to desire a whole lot of things in your head, but the isolation has trapped you because you feel comforted by it, whi...
Holding up is not trouble-free , Hold up don't leave
You put out the fire in me , Now I'm put out in disbelief
The first hit was a strike, But the second strike I did not see
You finished all that was left in me, Now I'm finished I just can't believe.
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This was my first poem that Iwrote.. originally it was an optional homework sort of thing..that only two of the people in my class did ..me and my friend..idk why I wrote what i wrote..our english teacher at that time was very kind and sweet..maybe I liked her thats why I wrote it.. but I felt what I wrote or wrote what I felt..it gave me something to hold onto..something that I could finally call mine and now I'm sharing it because I have found that holding on to your things isn't actually healthy and I'll feel better if I could get opinions from actual people reading this instead of hiding and reading what I wrote and thinking how great I am or something..so I hope you felt it or liked it.
