I am a tiny little light bulb that flickers in the dark
trying to ignite a fire inside of your heart
but the fight that was once inside you has passed
the joy your eyes once danced with has faded.
I know that when you lay in bed
emotions go from your heart to your head
'till they're in your eyes slipping down your cheeks
as you run your hands over trembling thighs.
I know that when behind closed doors
you fall to your knees
and I guess no one ever hears your screams
as your once beaming smile is turned into something very vile.
I am a passenger who sees your floating body in the water
throwing a life raft at you, not wanting you to be a goner
but my arms can only reach so far for unwilling hands
and my words cannot affect ears that refuse to listen.
It seems to me that you are becoming an addict
and depression is your beer
you predict that in a few years you won't be here
but you should be here
Here to throw your graduation hat at eighteen as easily as beans,
here to drink and party under the sun at twenty-one,
here for forty six and the midlife fears that will have you in a grip
and here for eighty four and the grandkids that will beg you for story's before you can even get through the door.
But just as I cannot stop you from swallowing all those pills,
I cannot make you be there for all those things by my sheer will alone,
so please, help me help you.
A/N SORRY WATTPAD SUCKS AND DOESN'T WANT TO FORMAT MY POEM THE WAY LITERALLY EVERY OTHER WORD PROCESSOR DOES SO THIS LOOKS TERRIBLE
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Whispers From A Caged Bird
PoetryJust some poems from one trapped soul to another. IMPORTANT: Since my words are already censored in real life, I will not be censoring them here. I made the rating for everyone but beware, their will be mentions of some dark topics that may trigge...