Laughing is all I can do.
I want someone to see through my smile. But even if they do I deny. I need the help from someone.
I need them to come slowly like approaching a terrified kitten. But they have to have patience.
I don't know how long it would take to completely crack open my shell.
I might never be able to if the person doesn't come in time. That time might have already passed. I guess it did.
I waited for years, you never came. Thank you though for giving me hope. But now I must release that hope and let it fly to another person.
Goodbye my beautiful hope.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16