Why am I scared
Of seeing my reflection?
Of being alone?
Of feeling rejection?
Why do I feel
Like I'm not good enough?
Like I don't fit in?
Like I'm useless and stuff?
What could I do
To help ease the pain?
To make it stop?
To make it not be in vain?
Why do I think
I'm not meant for this?
I'm not strong enough?
I'm not going to live?
But...
Why do you say
I know you'll make it through?
I can feel your pain?
I still believe in you?
What do you think?
That I'll start to change?
That I won't feel so down?
That I won't feel so strange?
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I promise you! Please!
This is not your last breath
You're a warm, living human
Not yet meant for death!
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Don't believe me? Fine!
I have nothing to say.
I told how you shine!
In my grave I shall lay.
You once were fine!
I'll miss the blooming flowers in May.
Stop! You can't die!
I won't regret leaving on this fine day.
Don't you dare lie!
Remember how we used to play?
You were once a pure bright light!
But now our world is all grey.
Tell me that you want to fight!
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Yes, listen. That's right!
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Just talk to me.
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I'm going to be ok?
You'll be alright.
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A Touch of Heart
PoetryA dream is a wish your heart makes No matter who you are But your dream will never wake Without a touch of heart.