I tend to hide in a shell,
Because, of the fear of living through more hell.
I tried to break out,
I scream and shout.
I beg and plead,
I cry and bleed.
I want someone to break that shell,
Show me that all is well.
I want someone to love me for me,
Not for what they want me to be.
I want to be wanted,
I want to be needed.
I want someone, anyone to understand,
To be there and hold my hand.
To hug me tight and hold me,
Open my eyes to things I don't see.
I want to give back the love I have to give,
Most of all I just want to live.
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My poetry
PoesiaI write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
