Eyes can speak when words can't
They can show the real me,
The me that no one seems to be able to see
They can see the dark sorrows filled within me
They can see the longing love and craving for the liveliness life gives everyone but me
They can see the stormy clouds taking over my broken heart
My unstable heart
This happy and bright girl they think I am
Is just a cover for the empty girl living inside me
I am playing pretend, with not only them, but me to
They think I'm that perfect person with that perfect life
I'm the exact opposite
But then again, who's ever heard of a perfect person with a perfect life
I can't hide forever
I can't lie about who I am forever
My heart is too weak to call for help
But my eyes, my dark aching eyes
Just look deep into them
And you'll see the rain pouring
You'll see the dull days of my life
And I'm begging
That you'll see my call for help
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
