I'm okay
Are the words I say
Jus to get through the day
When really I am....
Gasping for air
Stuck somewhere
Between guarded
And broken
The words that never seem to be spoken
Hoping someone can hear me
Screaming
So close to not believing
These dreams I have
Are unrealistic
I'm jus another statistic
With a nonexistent future
If I am made in Gods image and likeness
Why do I feel so mindless
Leaving me in this crisis
Leaking blood until I'm lifeless
This blade that I'm holding
Unfolding the heart that was stolen
Cause each day
I question why I am here
As I live in fear
Of myself
One day you'll take me off your shelf
When I am only a body to hold
Cold to the touch
Maybe... I've said to much
When pain is all you know
And every low blow
Every tear you cry
A piece slowly dies
Okay then starts to sound like
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From the Body and Soul
PoetryI'm just a young writer trying to make a difference with my words. My poetry shows all emotions. I hope you read my poems and feel them.
