Eyes are puffy bags below them.
Tears glitter with tears like gems.
Broken inside that how I feel.
When friends don't see me this is my real.
My reality is broken and sad.
And a girl in my thoughts doesn't make me feel bad.
Instead she makes me feel cold.
But her arms around my shoulders she holds.
Her words are quiet but her breath is warm.
Telling me to talk to someone who keeps me up.
That someone who is there for me all the time. One with a smile that I can trust.
Whenever I'm lonely I talk to her I must.
She is my anchor she is my strength.
Strength that no one knows about.
Only her I trust with my doubts.
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Ok the reason why I named this poem "Me Myself" is because I hope nobody else suffers as much as I hope hopefully no more than I do. Anchors are EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! They help you no matter what.
-Stay_Strong
Quick Question.
1) Who Is Your Anchor And Why?
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PoésieOk Guys So I Have Been Beginning To Understand How Depressed, Hurt, or Sorrowful People Feel. So I Decided To Write Poetry For Them. To Express How They Feel When People Aren't Looking At Them. So A lot Of This Poetry Is Going To Be Sad And DEEP. An...
