Constant feelings of disappointment not living to my potential. Floating around barely alive. Scared of being alone. She'll probably end up alone. Doesn't want to face the truth. Always hurt by what others say. Too sensitive. That's why she builds a brick wall. To hide behind a mask of happiness and joy. When truly isolated and insecure. She cries herself to sleep. She trust too soon.
Now comes the pain and suffering. It'll heal. She doesn't know when. Always asks it to stop. But it always returns to break her down more. Maybe it will change tomorrow. Knowing that it always stays the same. Maybe one day someone will care to stay and keep her company. Let her cry on the shoulder of love but TODAY isn't that day!
Loves shoulder will find her to keep the poor broken girl company while she cries out all her pains and struggles. Then she'll hope and dream now that the pain and struggle cried out. She hoped for all the love. She dreamed for joy that came.
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Poems Of The Young Heart
PoetryPoems of the broken, light-hearted, and misunderstood hearts. Hope is what this is, hope is how one must wake up and look to another day. Its what makes us human in so many ways. We just want to be great in so many different ways that we often forge...
