We scream for help but no one hears our cries.
Soon we get tired of yelling and our voice just dies.
No one knows how I feel because I keep it all inside.
I need to put on a fake smile; so many times I've tried.
No one can see the dark inside of me.
You tell me I need to open up and I agree.
But every time I open my gates,
You tear me up and I get drug down by all the weight.
I'm driving myself insane from all of the stress.
I look fine on the outside but inside I'm a mess.
I wrote my feelings on a piece of crumpled paper.
Now that it's off of my chest I can float away with the water vapor.
I can now disappear from the place I've been stuck in.
I can walk away from the wire I've been waking on that's so thin.
I can create a new me and a new life.
I can now ignore the words that cut sharp like a knife.
-Ashtin Dee Harrison
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Book Of Poetry
PoetryThis contains poems I wrote. I hope you enjoy! WARNING: SOME OF THESE POEMS MAY BE TRIGGERING