7/16/16
12:23 AM
Someone once told me, tears are what keep us grounded, and show we're alive. If that's true, why do I feel tears are my weakness. Maybe because of my bad past, but we all have one. One secret, that if we tell, we think we'll die. One that keeps us up, one that makes your stomach churn. Don't deny it, you have one. People tell you to tell them, and maybe you trust them, and you do. If they're good, they'll stay around, if they aren't, they'll go. Which is why I don't tell, if I do they'll turn. Even the one whom birthed me doesn't know what I've bared. Only my father and I, he caused this pain. Which is why I write poetry. I write poetry for the one's who can't.
"She doesn't hate
But they eat at her like bait
She feels like she's closed in a crate
And it has no gate
She feels lost
Stuck like frost
Help her please
Words sting like bees
Stuck in slow motion
With all of the commotion
Now she can't come back
All she'll ever see is back"
Bullies cause pain, and it scars that person's mind forever. So don't bully.
